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Page xii
... English has arrested the eyes of France . By a law which is universal where bodies are bound in one system , an extreme of separation has wrought its own remedy and the return towards a closer union is begun . I do not refer to such ...
... English has arrested the eyes of France . By a law which is universal where bodies are bound in one system , an extreme of separation has wrought its own remedy and the return towards a closer union is begun . I do not refer to such ...
Page xii
... English has arrested the eyes of France . By a law which is universal where bodies are bound in one system , an extreme of separation has wrought its own remedy and the return towards a closer union is begun . I do not refer to such ...
... English has arrested the eyes of France . By a law which is universal where bodies are bound in one system , an extreme of separation has wrought its own remedy and the return towards a closer union is begun . I do not refer to such ...
Page xiii
... English . M. Jusserand is easily the first authority upon popular life in England at the close of the middle ages . M. Boutmy has produced an analysis of our political development which our Universities have justly recognized . Our ...
... English . M. Jusserand is easily the first authority upon popular life in England at the close of the middle ages . M. Boutmy has produced an analysis of our political development which our Universities have justly recognized . Our ...
Page xiv
... English writers to their fellow - citizens . We have both believed that something of the sort might be attempted in the converse ; that a view could be given -- a glimpse at least of that vast organism whose foundations are in Rome , co ...
... English writers to their fellow - citizens . We have both believed that something of the sort might be attempted in the converse ; that a view could be given -- a glimpse at least of that vast organism whose foundations are in Rome , co ...
Page xv
... English and to people reading English , I could not desire a better alliance than yours and mine . But if you ask me why the Renaissance especially — or why in the Renaissance these six poets alone - should have formed the subject of my ...
... English and to people reading English , I could not desire a better alliance than yours and mine . But if you ask me why the Renaissance especially — or why in the Renaissance these six poets alone - should have formed the subject of my ...
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Page 217 - L'augmenteront toujours? Le malheur de ta fille au tombeau descendue Par un commun trépas, Est-ce quelque dédale, où ta raison perdue Ne se retrouve pas ? Je sais de quels appas son enfance était pleine, Et n'ai pas entrepris : Injurieux ami, de soulager ta peine Avecque son mépris.
Page 217 - Mais elle était du monde où les plus belles choses Ont le pire destin, Et, rosé, elle a vécu ce que vivent les rosés, L'espace d'un matin.
Page 200 - Here richly, with ridiculous display, The Politician's corpse was laid away. While all of his acquaintance sneered and slanged I wept: for I had longed to see him hanged.
Page 161 - Voy quel orgueil, quelle ruine: et comme Celle qui mist le monde sous ses loix, Pour donter tout, se donta quelquefois, Et devint proye au temps, qui tout consomme. 8 Rome de Rome est le seul monument, Et Rome Rome a vaincu seulement.
Page 161 - Ces vieux palais, ces vieux arcz que tu vois, Et ces vieux murs, c'est ce que Rome on nomme.
Page 139 - Mignonne, allons voir si la rose Qui ce matin avoit desclose Sa robe de pourpre au soleil A point perdu ceste vesprée Les plis de sa robe pourprée, Et son teint au vostre pareil.
Page 218 - Et nous laisse crier. Le pauvre en sa cabane, où le chaume le couvre, Est sujet à ses lois : Et la garde qui veille aux barrières du Louvre «i N'en défend point nos rois.
Page 145 - Lors vous n'aurez servante oyant telle nouvelle, Déjà sous le labeur à demi sommeillant, Qui au bruit de mon nom ne s'aille réveillant, Bénissant votre nom, de louange immortelle. Je...
Page 167 - D'une tremblante horreur fait hérisser ma peau. Las ! tes autres aigneaux n'ont faute de pasture, Ils ne craignent le loup, le vent, ny la froidure : Si ne suis-je pourtant le pire du troppeau. 3 Heureux qui, comme Ulysse...
Page 173 - Plus me plaist le séjour qu'ont basty mes ayeux, Que des palais Romains le front audacieux: Plus que le marbre dur me plaist l'ardoise fine, Plus mon Loyre Gaulois, que le Tybre Latin, Plus mon petit Lyre, que le mont Palatin, Et plus que l'air marin la doulceur Angevine.