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... lived under this sky , rhyming and rhyming : in English a little , in French continually , and during that isolation there swept past him far off in his own land the defence , the renewal , the triumph of his own blood : his town ...
... lived under this sky , rhyming and rhyming : in English a little , in French continually , and during that isolation there swept past him far off in his own land the defence , the renewal , the triumph of his own blood : his town ...
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... , " I am granted a vision when I think of her . " Yet it was written in later life , and who she was , or whether she lived at all , no one knows . HIS LOVE AT MORNING . Dieu qu'il la fait bon 27 HIS LOVE AT MORNING. ...
... , " I am granted a vision when I think of her . " Yet it was written in later life , and who she was , or whether she lived at all , no one knows . HIS LOVE AT MORNING . Dieu qu'il la fait bon 27 HIS LOVE AT MORNING. ...
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... lived at ran- dom from his twentieth year in one den or another along the waterside . Affection brought him now to his mother , now to his old guardian priest , but not for long ; he returned to adventure - such as it was . He killed a ...
... lived at ran- dom from his twentieth year in one den or another along the waterside . Affection brought him now to his mother , now to his old guardian priest , but not for long ; he returned to adventure - such as it was . He killed a ...
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... lived in a decent inherit- ance to see new splendours growing upon Europe . It may very well be , for it is in such characters to desire in early manhood decency , honour , and repose . But for us the man ends with his last line . His ...
... lived in a decent inherit- ance to see new splendours growing upon Europe . It may very well be , for it is in such characters to desire in early manhood decency , honour , and repose . But for us the man ends with his last line . His ...
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... lived ; they must understand that he had never attempted or plotted against the life or goods of another , nor ever against any man's honour , but , after all , there was nothing therein wherewith to glorify one's self before God ...
... lived ; they must understand that he had never attempted or plotted against the life or goods of another , nor ever against any man's honour , but , after all , there was nothing therein wherewith to glorify one's self before God ...
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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.