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The Loire; the Record of a Pilgrimage from Gerbier de Joncs to St Nazaire Douglas Goldring Դիտել հնարավոր չէ - 2012 |
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Էջ 248 - And haply though my harsh touch faltering still But mock'd all tune, and marr'd the dancer's skill, Yet would the village praise my wondrous power, And dance, forgetful of the noon-tide hour. Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze, And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore.
Էջ 248 - Gay, sprightly land of mirth and social ease, Pleased with thyself, whom all the world can please, How often have I led thy sportive choir, With tuneless pipe, beside the murmuring Loire ! Where shading elms along the margin grew, And...
Էջ 291 - Plus me plaist le sejour 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 Lyré, que le mont Palatin, Et plus que l'air marin la doulceur Angevine ll6.
Էջ 312 - Arrive— go to the theatre, new built of fine white stone, and has a magnificent portico front of eight elegant Corinthian pillars, and four others within, to part the portico from a grand vestibule. Within all is gold and painting, and a coup d'oeil at entering, that struck me forcibly.
Էջ 312 - Dieu ! cried I to myself, do all the wastes, the deserts, the heath, ling, furze, broom, and bog that I have passed for 300 miles lead to this spectacle? What a miracle, that all this splendour and wealth of the cities in France should be so unconnected with the country...
Էջ 206 - Point de paysages fous, Point d'horreur sublime : Mais des prés moelleux aux pieds, Petits bois, petits sentiers, Et des rangs de peupliers Dont tremble la cime. Les bonnes gens de chez nous Ont peu de science, Mais de l'esprit presque tous Et de la vaillance. Ici, plus d'un travailleur, Vrai Gaulois, garde en sa fleur Le bon sens libre et railleur De la vieille France. Le grand fleuve de chez nous A mainte lubie.
Էջ 312 - What a miracle, that all this splendour and wealth of the cities in France should be so unconnected with the country ! There are no gentle transitions from ease to comfort, from com.fort to wealth: you pass at once from beggary to profusion, — from misery in mud cabins to Mademoiselle St.
Էջ 224 - Ni d' ma femme , ni de mon fils Mon cœur ne peut se réjoui'. Qu'on me fasse vite un lit blanc , Pour que je m'y couche dedans. Et quand il fut mis dans le lit, Pauvre Renaud rendit l'esprit. (Les cloches sonnent lu trépassemtmt. LA r.KiMi. Or, dites-moi, mère, m' amie, Qu'est-c
Էջ 191 - N l'an de mon trentiesme aage, Que toutes mes hontes j'eus beues Ne du tout fol, ne du tout sage, Non obstant maintes peines eues, Lesquelles j'ay toutes receues Soubz la main Thibault d'Aussigny S'evesque il est, seignant les rues Qu'il soit le mien je le regny.
Էջ 312 - I have passed for three hundred miles lead to this spectacle ? What a miracle, that all this splendour and wealth of the cities in France should be so unconnected with the country...