William Cowper: sa correspondance et ses poésiesSandoz & Fischbacher, 1874 - 437 páginas |
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... GILPIN MONTRANT Comment il alla plus loin qu'il ne voulait et rentra chez lui sans encombre . John Gilpin fut un citoyen De crédit et de renom ; Voire , il était capitaine de milice Dans Londres la grand'ville 1 . 1 John Gilpin was a ...
... GILPIN MONTRANT Comment il alla plus loin qu'il ne voulait et rentra chez lui sans encombre . John Gilpin fut un citoyen De crédit et de renom ; Voire , il était capitaine de milice Dans Londres la grand'ville 1 . 1 John Gilpin was a ...
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sa correspondance et ses poésies Léon Boucher. L'épouse de John Gilpin dit à son chéri : Nous voici tantôt mariés ... Gilpin's spouse said to her dear : C Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years , yet we « No holiday have ...
sa correspondance et ses poésies Léon Boucher. L'épouse de John Gilpin dit à son chéri : Nous voici tantôt mariés ... Gilpin's spouse said to her dear : C Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years , yet we « No holiday have ...
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... Gilpin , Et comme le vin est cher , Nous nous fournirons du nôtre Qui est à la fois clair et brillant . John Gilpin embrassa sa tendre épouse , Ravi qu'il était de voir Que malgré son penchant au plaisir Elle avait le goût de la ...
... Gilpin , Et comme le vin est cher , Nous nous fournirons du nôtre Qui est à la fois clair et brillant . John Gilpin embrassa sa tendre épouse , Ravi qu'il était de voir Que malgré son penchant au plaisir Elle avait le goût de la ...
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... Gilpin à côté de son cheval Empoigna ferme la flottante crinière , Et pressé de chevaucher prit son élan , Mais pour redescendre bientôt . Car à peine était - il parvenu au pommeau de la selle Pour commencer son voyage Que , tournant la ...
... Gilpin à côté de son cheval Empoigna ferme la flottante crinière , Et pressé de chevaucher prit son élan , Mais pour redescendre bientôt . Car à peine était - il parvenu au pommeau de la selle Pour commencer son voyage Que , tournant la ...
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... Gilpin , âme soigneuse , Avait trouvé deux flacons en grès Pour tenir le liquide qu'elle aimait , Et le garder de malencontre So down he came ; for loss of time , Although it grieved him sore , Yet loss of pence , full well he knew ...
... Gilpin , âme soigneuse , Avait trouvé deux flacons en grès Pour tenir le liquide qu'elle aimait , Et le garder de malencontre So down he came ; for loss of time , Although it grieved him sore , Yet loss of pence , full well he knew ...
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Página 247 - He looks abroad into the varied field Of nature, and, though poor perhaps, compared With those whose mansions glitter in his sight, Calls the delightful scenery all his own. His are the mountains, and the valleys his, And the resplendent rivers. His to enjoy With a propriety that none can feel, But who, with filial confidence inspired, Can lift to heaven an unpresumptuous eye, And smiling say — " My Father made them all 1
Página 167 - Said Gilpin — So am I ! But yet his horse was not a whit Inclined to tarry there ; For why? — his owner had a house Full ten miles off, at Ware. So like an arrow swift he flew, Shot by an archer strong ; So did he fly — which brings me to The middle of my song. Away went Gilpin out of breath, And sore against his will, Till at his friend the calender's His horse at last stood still.
Página 5 - Say, wast thou conscious of the tears I shed ? Hover'd thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun? Perhaps thou gav'st me, though unfelt, a kiss, Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss — Ah, that maternal smile ! it answers — Yes.
Página 172 - But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, And made him faster run. Away went Gilpin, and away Went post-boy at his heels, The post-boy's horse right glad to miss The lumbering of the wheels.
Página 209 - As human nature's broadest, foulest blot, Chains him, and tasks him, and exacts his sweat With stripes, that mercy, with a bleeding heart, Weeps when she sees inflicted on a beast. Then what is man ? And what man, seeing this, And having human feelings, does not blush And hang his head, to think himself a man...
Página 160 - For saddletree scarce reached had he, His journey to begin, When, turning round his head, he saw Three customers come in. So down he came ; for loss of time, Although it grieved him sore, Yet loss of pence, full well he knew, Would trouble him much more.
Página 159 - He soon replied, I do admire Of womankind but one, And you are she, my dearest dear, Therefore it shall be done. I am a linendraper bold, As all the world doth know, And my good friend the calender Will lend his horse to go.
Página 165 - Twas wonderful to view, How in a trice the turnpike men Their gates wide open threw.
Página 215 - Nor less composure' waits upon the roar Of distant floods, or on the softer voice Of neighb'ring fountain, or of rills that slip Through the cleft rock, and, chiming as they fall Upon loose pebbles, lose themselves at length In matted grass, that with a, livelier green Betrays the secret of their silent course.
Página 210 - Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free ; They touch our country, and their shackles fall.