Memoirs of Chateaubriand, Vol, Томи 1 – 21848 - 4 стор. |
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Abbé Abbé Carron admiration appeared April till September arms beauty became Bedée Bretagne Breton Brittany brother Byron called Camille Desmoulins carriage castle charming château Chateaubriand Chevalier Combourg companions court daughter death destined Dieppe Dinan door Duke de Berry émigrés English exile eyes father feeling Fontanes forests formed France French gave Génie du Christianisme genius Gesril glory Guérande hand head heard heart honour horses idea Indian king lady land liberty lived London longer looked Lord Lord Byron Louis XVI Lucile Madame Madame de Sévigné Malesherbes Malo Memoirs midst mind Mirabeau misfortune mother nature never night noble Paris passed passion poet political present princes recollections remained Rennes Revolution sailors seen shore sister society solitude States-General thing Thionville thought tomb took tower trees voice walk waves whilst woman woods young youth
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Сторінка 104 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it ; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Сторінка 120 - Ah, happy hills, ah, pleasing shade, Ah, fields beloved in vain, Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As, waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to sooth, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.
Сторінка 58 - Lo pane altrui, e com' è duro calle Lo scendere e 'I salir per l' altrui scale. E quel che più ti graverà le spalle Sarà la compagnia malvagia e scempia, Con la qual tu cadrai in questa valle, Che tutta ingrata, tutta matta ed empia Si farà contra te; ma poco appresso Ella, non tu, n'avrà rossa la tempiri. Di sua bestialitate il suo processo Farà la pruova , si ch' a te fia bello Averti fatta parte per te stesso.
Сторінка 123 - Fly from the French Constitution.'" [Mr. Fox here whispered, that "there was no loss of friendship."] Mr. Burke said, "Yes, there was a loss of friendship; — he knew the price of his conduct; — he had done his duty at the price of his friend ; — their friendship was at an end.
Сторінка 111 - Combourg, the country has a savage aspect; husbandry not much further advanced, at least in skill, than among the Hurons, which appears incredible amidst inclosures; the people almost as wild as their country, and their town of Combourg one of the most brutal filthy places that can be seen...
Сторінка 58 - Thus, thus, quoth Forrest, girdling one another Within their alabaster, innocent arms : Their lips were four red roses on a stalk, Which, in their summer beauty, kissed each other. A book of prayers on their pillow lay ; Which once...
Сторінка 276 - France, with one stroke of the pen, found herself stripped of those boundless possessions which she had acquired at the cost of so much heroic blood and so much treasure, and which extended in one proud, uninterrupted line, from the mouth of the St. Lawrence to that of the Mississippi. The...
Сторінка 23 - Chateaubriand, pourquoi fuir ta patrie, Fuir son amour, notre encens et nos soins? N'entends-tu pas la France qui s'écrie: Mon beau ciel pleure une étoile de moins!
Сторінка 250 - ... dictator, be any other than a clown, urging his oxen with the goad, and holding the handle of the plough ? But when I went to deliver my letter of recommendation to this great man, I found in him the simplicity of the old Roman. " A small house in the English style, resembling the neighbouring houses, was the palace of the president of the United States : no guards, nor even footmen. I knocked : a servant girl opened the door. I inquired if the General was at home ; she answered, that he was....
Сторінка 261 - ... lay with one end on the ground and the other leaning against the gable as the men had left it when work ceased for the week. Now the two young house-carls took a start and ran up the sloping beam, to see how high up they could go. Presently the other men joined in, even the master himself. The game went merrily, with laughter and shouts whenever one of the men had...