Les Rayons du soleil

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P. Rolandi, 1855 - French fiction - 283 pages
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Page 64 - True love in this differs from gold and clay, That to divide is not to take away.
Page 67 - We two will rise, and sit, and walk together Under the roof of blue Ionian weather, And wander in the meadows, or ascend The mossy mountains, where the blue heavens bend With lightest winds, to touch their paramour ; Or linger, where the pebble-paven shore, Under the quick faint kisses of the sea Trembles and sparkles as with ecstasy...
Page 34 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 213 - JE ne suis pas de ceux qui disent : « Ce n'est rien : C'eSt une femme qui se noie. » Je dis que c'est beaucoup; et ce sexe vaut bien Que nous le regrettions, puisqu'il fait notre joie.
Page 247 - How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skies like flying pursuivant, Against foul fiends to aid us militant! They for us fight, they watch and duly ward, And their bright squadrons round about us plant; And all for love, and nothing for reward: O why should Heavenly God to men have such regard ? LONDON: APPROVED SCHOOL BOOKS.
Page 65 - And dart their arrowy odour through the brain Till you might faint with that delicious pain. And every motion, odour, beam, and tone, With that deep music is in unison: Which is a soul within the soul— they seem Like echoes of an antenatal dream...
Page 65 - Emily, A ship is floating in the harbour now; A wind is hovering o'er the mountain's brow ; There is a path on the sea's azure floor,— No keel has ever ploughed that path before ; The halcyons brood around the foamless isles ; The treacherous ocean has forsworn its wiles ; The merry mariners are bold and free : Say, my heart's sister, wilt thou sail with me?
Page 233 - But the Sensitive Plant, which could give small fruit Of the love which it felt from the leaf to the root. Received more than all; it loved more than ever. Where none wanted but it, could belong to the giver...
Page 142 - À prix de faux clins d'yeux et d'élans affectés; Ces gens, dis-je, qu'on voit, d'une ardeur non commune...
Page 148 - And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.

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