Charles Duke of Orleans

(24 November 1394 – 5 January 1465 / Paris)

Charles Duke of Orleans
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Charles of Orléans was Duke of Orléans from 1407, following the murder of his father, Louis I, Duke of Orléans, on the orders of John the Fearless, Duke of Burgundy. He was also Duke of Valois, Count of Beaumont-sur-Oise and of Blois, lord of Coucy, and the inheritor of Asti in Italy via his mother Valentina Visconti, daughter of Gian Galeazzo Visconti, Duke of Milan. He is now remembered as an accomplished poet owing to the more than five hundred extant poems he produced, most written during his twenty-four years spent as a prisoner of war.


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  • M. Arn (7/22/2007 12:34:00 PM)

    A couple of corrections:

    'Charles D Orleans' ought to be 'Charles d'Orleans'
    (there's an acute accent over the e in Orleans, but maybe that can't be done)

    He was not born in 1391 (heading) , but 1394 (second paragraph) .

    The duke of Orleans did not spend time in 'an English Jail' (second paragraph) , but he was 'shuttled from one English castle to another (sixth paragraph) . As a member of the French royal family, he was treated like a visiting prince. Various noblemen were given custody of the duke at various times, but he was never confined. In fact he did a good deal of travelling (always with a 'security escort') , often going to London.

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Strengthen, my Love, this castle of my heart,
And with some store of pleasure give me aid,
For Jealousy, with all them of his part,
Strong siege about the weary tower has laid.
Nay, if to break his bands thou art afraid,
Too weak to make his cruel force depart,
Strengthen at least this castle of my heart,
And with some store of pleasure give me aid.
Nay, let not Jealousy, for all his art
Be master, and the tower in ruin laid,
That still, ah Love! thy gracious rule obeyed.
Advance, and give me succour of thy part;
Strengthen, my Love, this castle ...

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