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Poem
September 2, 1844
Alexandria Gazette
Alexandria, Alexandria County, District Of Columbia
What is this article about?
This poem eulogizes Clement Marot as the last troubadour, depicting his unrequited love for Margaret of Angoulême in the vibrant court of King Francis I of France at the Louvre, and reflects on their legacies enduring after death.
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CLEMENT MAROT, The Last of the Troubadours.
Within the Louvre's regal halls,
Reigned music, dance, and glee;
Ah! every charm that heart enthrals
Was in that revelry.
For Francis of Valois was king
O'er France, so proud and strong,
And joy was in the banqueting,
And beauty in that throng!
And there was one, a peerless dame,
Amid that dazzling crowd,
Fair Margaret of Angoulême,
'The beautiful! the proud!
Upon her brow was mind enthroned,
And soul flashed in her eye;
Her voice was music richly toned,
Her figure, majesty!
And, who was he whose soul had won
The loveliest of the land?
To whom proud kings had homage done
To win her heart and hand.
Clement Marot! The gifted name
Of one whom song adores,
The minstrel bard! the star of Fame!
The last of Troubadours!
Within his heart of feeling strong,
The beautiful held sway;
And it came forth in ceaseless song,
That echoed far away.
His sword was sheathless in defence
Of honor's noble cause,
And for his lay's high recompense,
His lady love's applause.
The festive scene has passed away,
The Louvre's halls are stilled;
And they, who made that bright array,
Their missions have fulfilled.
All, all have passed from life's broad stage,
And left no sign behind:
Save those, whose mark was in the age
In triumphs of the mind.
Within the Louvre's regal halls,
Reigned music, dance, and glee;
Ah! every charm that heart enthrals
Was in that revelry.
For Francis of Valois was king
O'er France, so proud and strong,
And joy was in the banqueting,
And beauty in that throng!
And there was one, a peerless dame,
Amid that dazzling crowd,
Fair Margaret of Angoulême,
'The beautiful! the proud!
Upon her brow was mind enthroned,
And soul flashed in her eye;
Her voice was music richly toned,
Her figure, majesty!
And, who was he whose soul had won
The loveliest of the land?
To whom proud kings had homage done
To win her heart and hand.
Clement Marot! The gifted name
Of one whom song adores,
The minstrel bard! the star of Fame!
The last of Troubadours!
Within his heart of feeling strong,
The beautiful held sway;
And it came forth in ceaseless song,
That echoed far away.
His sword was sheathless in defence
Of honor's noble cause,
And for his lay's high recompense,
His lady love's applause.
The festive scene has passed away,
The Louvre's halls are stilled;
And they, who made that bright array,
Their missions have fulfilled.
All, all have passed from life's broad stage,
And left no sign behind:
Save those, whose mark was in the age
In triumphs of the mind.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ballad
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Love Courtship
Death Mourning
Political
What keywords are associated?
Clement Marot
Troubadours
Margaret Angouleme
Francis Valois
Louvre Court
Courtly Love
Poetic Legacy
Poem Details
Title
Clement Marot, The Last Of The Troubadours.
Subject
Tribute To Clement Marot And His Love For Margaret Of Angoulême In The Court Of Francis I
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains
Key Lines
Clement Marot! The Gifted Name
Of One Whom Song Adores,
The Minstrel Bard! The Star Of Fame!
The Last Of Troubadours!
All, All Have Passed From Life's Broad Stage,
And Left No Sign Behind:
Save Those, Whose Mark Was In The Age
In Triumphs Of The Mind.