Conferencia: Les annales. Journal de l'Université des annales, Volume 10

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1916
 

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Page 450 - And wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude, Where, with her best nurse, contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impaired. He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i...
Page 12 - Boy's Song Where the pools are bright and deep, Where the gray trout lies asleep, Up the river and o'er the lea, That's the way for Billy and me. Where the blackbird sings the latest, Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flee, That's the way for Billy and me. Where the mowers mow the cleanest, Where the hay lies thick and greenest, There to trace the homeward bee, That's the way for Billy and me.
Page 20 - I'm on the Sea! I am where I would ever be; With the blue above, and the blue below, And silence wheresoe'er I go; If a storm should come and awake the deep, What matter?
Page 581 - Le tocsin qu'on va sonner n'est point un signal d'alarme, c'est la charge sur les ennemis de la patrie. Pour les vaincre, Messieurs, il nous faut de l'audace, encore de l'audace^ toujours de l'audace, et la France est sauvée.
Page 8 - I SAW a ship a-sailing, A-sailing on the sea, And oh! it was all laden With pretty things for thee! There were comfits in the cabin, And apples in the hold; The sails were made of silk, And the masts were made of gold. The four-and-twenty sailors That stood between the decks Were four-and-twenty white mice, With chains about their necks. The captain was a duck, With a packet on his back, And when the ship began to move, The captain said "Quack! Quack!
Page 20 - Like a bird that seeketh its mother's nest ; And a mother she was, and is, to me ; For I was born on the open Sea!
Page 21 - How's my boy — my boy? What care I for the ship, sailor? I was never aboard her. Be she afloat or be she aground, Sinking or swimming, I'll be bound, Her owners can afford her. I say, how's my John ? ' ' Every man on board went down, Every man aboard her.
Page 22 - Still more majestic shalt thou rise, More dreadful, from each foreign stroke; As the loud blast that tears the skies, Serves but to root thy native oak. "Rule Britannia, etc.
Page 470 - Parce que tu as écouté la voix de ta femme et que tu as mangé de l'arbre dont je t'avais interdit de manger, maudit soit le sol à cause de toi!
Page 20 - The Sea The sea! the sea! the open sea! The blue, the fresh, the ever free! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions round; It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the skies ; Or like a cradled creature lies.

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