Robbins Library Digital Projects Announcement: We are currently working on a large-scale migration of the Robbins Library Digital Projects to a new platform. This migration affects The Camelot Project, The Robin Hood Project, The Crusades Project, The Cinderella Bibliography, and Visualizing Chaucer.
While these resources will remain accessible during the course of migration, they will be static, with reduced functionality. They will not be updated during this time. We anticipate the migration project to be complete by Summer 2025.
If you have any questions or concerns, please contact us directly at robbins@ur.rochester.edu. We appreciate your understanding and patience.
While these resources will remain accessible during the course of migration, they will be static, with reduced functionality. They will not be updated during this time. We anticipate the migration project to be complete by Summer 2025.
If you have any questions or concerns, please contact us directly at robbins@ur.rochester.edu. We appreciate your understanding and patience.
The Song of Dinadan, and the Refrain of Le Belle Isoud
"I marval much," said Dinadan,
"What madness knights may know,
That follow love like Sir Tristan,
And find it bitter woe."
"Ah!" said La Belle Isoud, "say not so!"
"But think," said he, "of Sir Tristan,
Besotted many a year!
As joyous once as Dinadan -
He has bought thy love too dear."
"Ah!" said La Belle Isoud, "say not so!"
What ails then all their knightly sport,
That love should change their song?
For the joy of love is all too short,
And the sorrow far too long."
"Ah!" said La Belle Isoud, "say not so!"
"The joy of love is all too brief,
And very long the woe:
For joy's the flower, but love, the leaf,
Endures that saw it go."
"Ah!" said La Belle Isoud, "say not so!"
"What madness knights may know,
That follow love like Sir Tristan,
And find it bitter woe."
"Ah!" said La Belle Isoud, "say not so!"
"But think," said he, "of Sir Tristan,
Besotted many a year!
As joyous once as Dinadan -
He has bought thy love too dear."
"Ah!" said La Belle Isoud, "say not so!"
What ails then all their knightly sport,
That love should change their song?
For the joy of love is all too short,
And the sorrow far too long."
"Ah!" said La Belle Isoud, "say not so!"
"The joy of love is all too brief,
And very long the woe:
For joy's the flower, but love, the leaf,
Endures that saw it go."
"Ah!" said La Belle Isoud, "say not so!"