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... Loire . The Walloon and the Italian and the Swiss passed the chisel to each other ; Beughen , Vambelli , Meyt were at work there together ; and the French of the plains designed and controlled the whole . The church which surrounds it ...
... Loire . The Walloon and the Italian and the Swiss passed the chisel to each other ; Beughen , Vambelli , Meyt were at work there together ; and the French of the plains designed and controlled the whole . The church which surrounds it ...
Page i
... Loire . The Walloon and the Italian and the Swiss passed the chisel to each other ; Beughen , Vambelli , Meyt were at work there together ; and the French of the plains designed and controlled the whole . The church which surrounds . it ...
... Loire . The Walloon and the Italian and the Swiss passed the chisel to each other ; Beughen , Vambelli , Meyt were at work there together ; and the French of the plains designed and controlled the whole . The church which surrounds . it ...
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... Loire , and then the Eure , and then the Seine , and even the field where he had fallen were reconquered . Willoughby had lost Paris to Richemont four years before Charles of Orleans was freed on a ransom of half his mother's fortune ...
... Loire , and then the Eure , and then the Seine , and even the field where he had fallen were reconquered . Willoughby had lost Paris to Richemont four years before Charles of Orleans was freed on a ransom of half his mother's fortune ...
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... a court of song in Blois and Tours , a forerunner in verse of what the new time was to build in stone along the Loire . And it was at Amboise that he died . THE COMPLAINT . ( The 57th Ballade of those written II CHARLES OF ORLEANS .
... a court of song in Blois and Tours , a forerunner in verse of what the new time was to build in stone along the Loire . And it was at Amboise that he died . THE COMPLAINT . ( The 57th Ballade of those written II CHARLES OF ORLEANS .
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... Loire - being all this , the Renaissance was the stuff on which his life was worked . His blood and descent were typical enough of the work he had to do . His own father was one of the last set rhymers of the dying Middle Ages . All his ...
... Loire - being all this , the Renaissance was the stuff on which his life was worked . His blood and descent were typical enough of the work he had to do . His own father was one of the last set rhymers of the dying Middle Ages . All his ...
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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.