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... loved and collected , and which they were the last to possess or to have made ; for while it contains in vivid pictures the noblest and the basest subjects : ( Joan of Arc and also her betrayal , their country dominant and almost ...
... loved and collected , and which they were the last to possess or to have made ; for while it contains in vivid pictures the noblest and the basest subjects : ( Joan of Arc and also her betrayal , their country dominant and almost ...
Page 34
... of the national spirit in general to which he belonged : for he , and it , and they , loved and love contrast , and the extra - meaning of words . Saluez moy toute la compaignie Où à present estes à 34 THE FAREWELL .
... of the national spirit in general to which he belonged : for he , and it , and they , loved and love contrast , and the extra - meaning of words . Saluez moy toute la compaignie Où à present estes à 34 THE FAREWELL .
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... loved the roaring of songs . He 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 ...
... loved the roaring of songs . He 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 ...
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... loved to use it ; he had also that character of right verse , by which the poet loves to put little separate pictures like medallions into the body of his writing : this Villon loved , as I shall show in other examples , and he has it ...
... loved to use it ; he had also that character of right verse , by which the poet loves to put little separate pictures like medallions into the body of his writing : this Villon loved , as I shall show in other examples , and he has it ...
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... loved and tri- umphed in it through time past , and now I leave it to my country to garner and possess it after I shall die . So do I go away from my own place as satiated with the glory of this world as I am hungry and all longing for ...
... loved and tri- umphed in it through time past , and now I leave it to my country to garner and possess it after I shall die . So do I go away from my own place as satiated with the glory of this world as I am hungry and all longing for ...
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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.