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... death . Those other much commoner epochs in the history of letters , which may be called derivative , have this current and obvious quality , that their beginnings merge into the soil that bred them , also ( very often ) their decay ...
... death . Those other much commoner epochs in the history of letters , which may be called derivative , have this current and obvious quality , that their beginnings merge into the soil that bred them , also ( very often ) their decay ...
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... sumptuous of his manu- scripts . He banded on Italy as a goal and his Italian land as a legacy to the French crown - to his own son ; till ( years after his death ) the soldiers roared through Briançon and 5 CHARLES OF ORLEANS .
... sumptuous of his manu- scripts . He banded on Italy as a goal and his Italian land as a legacy to the French crown - to his own son ; till ( years after his death ) the soldiers roared through Briançon and 5 CHARLES OF ORLEANS .
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Hilaire Belloc. after his death ) the soldiers roared through Briançon and broke the crusted snow of Mont Genèvre . An Italian mother , the most beautiful of the Viscontis , come out of Italy , rich in her land of Asti and her half ...
Hilaire Belloc. after his death ) the soldiers roared through Briançon and broke the crusted snow of Mont Genèvre . An Italian mother , the most beautiful of the Viscontis , come out of Italy , rich in her land of Asti and her half ...
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... death . His very doctor he compelled to rhyme . All the singers of the time visited or remained with him - wild Villon for a moment , and after Villon a crowd of minor men . It was in such a company 10 CHARLES OF ORLEANS .
... death . His very doctor he compelled to rhyme . All the singers of the time visited or remained with him - wild Villon for a moment , and after Villon a crowd of minor men . It was in such a company 10 CHARLES OF ORLEANS .
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... the last miniatures and the very dress of a time that was intensely beautiful , and in which Charles of Orleans alone did not feel death coming . THE TWO ROUNDELS OF SPRING . Les fourriers d'Esté sont 22 THE TWO ROUNDELS OF SPRING .
... the last miniatures and the very dress of a time that was intensely beautiful , and in which Charles of Orleans alone did not feel death coming . THE TWO ROUNDELS OF SPRING . Les fourriers d'Esté sont 22 THE TWO ROUNDELS OF SPRING .
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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.
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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.
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