Audubon's Story of His YouthC. Scribner's Sons, 1893 - 22 pages |
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Audubon's Story of His Youth (1893) John James Audubon,Maria Rebecca Audubon No preview available - 2009 |
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Page 345 - Votre âme est un paysage choisi Que vont charmant masques et bergamasques, Jouant du luth, et dansant, et quasi Tristes sous leurs déguisements fantasques.
Page 345 - Tristes sous leurs déguisements fantasques. Tout en chantant sur le mode mineur L'amour vainqueur et la vie opportune, Ils n'ont pas l'air de croire à leur bonheur, Et leur chanson se mêle au clair de lune, Au calme clair de lune triste et beau Qui fait rêver les oiseaux dans les arbres, Et sangloter d'extase les jets d'eau, Les grands jets d'eau sveltes parmi les arbres.
Page 391 - Capitol ; and to have his last scene associated forever, in history, with the birthday of that illustrious Patriot, whose just discernment brought him first into the service of his country. The close of such a life, under such circumstances, is not an event for unmingled emotions. We cannot find it in our hearts to regret, that he has died as he has died. He himself could have desired no other end. " This is the end of earth," were his last words, uttered on the day on which he fell.
Page 337 - JE suis l'Empire à la fin de la décadence, Qui regarde passer les grands Barbares blancs En composant des acrostiches indolents D'un style d'or où la langueur du soleil danse.
Page 346 - JE devine, à travers un murmure, Le contour subtil des voix anciennes Et dans les lueurs musiciennes, Amour pâle, une aurore future ! Et mon âme et mon cœur en délires Ne sont plus qu'une espèce d'œil double Où tremblote, à travers un jour trouble, L'ariette, hélas ! de toutes lyres...
Page 267 - No bird that cleaves the air But his revealing thought has made more fair; No tremulous dell of summer leaves but feels his presence there. So though we deem him dead, Lo I he yet speaketh I and the words are sped In grassy whispers o'er the fields — by every wild flower said I Temple Bar.
Page 345 - Qui fait rêver les oiseaux dans les arbres, Et sangloter d'extase les jets d'eau, Les grands jets d'eau sveltes parmi les arbres. All that follows this period,
Page 346 - ... pauvre âme, et rentre sur-le-champ : Une tentation des pires. Fuis l'infâme. Ils ont lui tout le jour en longs grêlons de flamme, Battant toute vendange aux collines, couchant Toute moisson de la vallée, et ravageant Le ciel tout bleu, le ciel chanteur qui te réclame. O pâlis, et va-t'en, lente et joignant les mains. Si ces hiers allaient manger nos beaux demains ? Si la vieille folie était encore en route?
Page 343 - Jadis avec flûte ou mandore, Est la Sainte pâle, étalant Le livre vieux qui se déplie Du Magnificat ruisselant Jadis selon vêpre et...
Page 394 - XIII.— 39 bert Spencer, with the disclosure that of " a number of the most distinguished English authors, past and present," if his opinion were asked, he should have to reply that he had never opened their books ; and that, throughout life, his time "has been chiefly spent in observing and thinking, not in reading." And these are not the only instances in point by a good many. Besides them there is, for one, that lately published confession of some friend of Victor Hugo's, that Hugo himself did...