En attendant qu’on m’enterre,
Aujourd’hui, j’veux êtr’ très gai.
Flon, flon flon, lariradondaire,
Gai, gai, gai, lariradondé.
Je n’fais pas beaucoup d’affaires ;
L’verr’ cassé n’est pas d’mandé.
Flon, flon, etc.
Ma pauvr’ femm’ non plus n’gagn’ guère ;
Lui faut trop d’litr’s dans l’gésier.
Flon, flon, etc...
Woe for the brave ship Orient!
Woe for the old ship Orient!
For in broad, broad light, and with land in sight,
Where the waters bubbled white,
One great sharp shriek! One shudder of affright!—
And—down went the brave old ship, the Orient!
It was the fairest day in the merry month of May,
And sleepiness had settled on the seas;
...
A Song to the oak, the brave old oak,
Who hath ruled in the greenwood long;
Here ’s health and renown to his broad green crown,
And his fifty arms so strong.
There ’s fear in his frown when the sun goes down,
And the fire in the west fades out;
And he showeth his might on a wild midnight,
When the storm through his branches shout...
A Warrior so bold, and a virgin so bright,
Conversed as they sat on the green;
They gazed on each other with tender delight:
Alonzo the Brave was the name of the knight,—
The maiden’s, the Fair Imogine.
“And O,” said the youth, “since to-morrow I go
To fight in a far distant land,
Your tears for my absence soon ceasing to flow,...
The Maid who binds her warrior’s sash
With smile that well her pain dissembles,
The while beneath her drooping lash
One starry tear-drop hangs and trembles,
Though Heaven alone records the tear,
And Fame shall never know her story,
Her heart has shed a drop as dear
As e’er bedewed the field of glory!
The wife who girds...
How sleep the brave who sink to rest
By all their country’s wishes blest!
When Spring, with dewy fingers cold,
Returns to deck their hallowed mold,
She there shall dress a sweeter sod
Than Fancy’s feet have ever trod.
By fairy hands their knell is rung
By forms unseen their dirge is sung;
There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray,...
Quand reviendra l'automne,
Cette saison si triste,
Je vais m' la passer bonne,
Au point de vue artiste.
Car le vent, je l' connais,
Il est de mes amis !
Depuis que je suis né
Il fait que j'en gémis...
Et je connais la neige,
Autant que ma chair même,
Son froment me protège
Contre les chairs que j'aime...
Et comme je...
Quand ce brave séjour, honneur du nom Latin,
Qui borna sa grandeur d'Afrique et de la Bise,
De ce peuple qui tient les bords de la Tamise,
Et de celui qui voit éclore le matin,
Anima contre soi d'un courage mutin
Ses propres nourrissons, sa dépouille conquise,
Qu'il avait par tant d'ans sur tout le monde acquise,
Devint soudainement du monde le butin :...
Plus qu'aux bords Aetëans le brave fils d'Eson,
Qui par enchantement conquit la riche laine,
Des dents d'un vieux serpent ensemençant la plaine
N'engendra de soldats au champ de la toison,
Cette ville, qui fut en sa jeune saison
Un hydre de guerriers, se vit bravement pleine
De braves nourrissons, dont la gloire hautaine
A rempli du Soleil l'une et l'...
Arouse, ye men of brain and brawn,
Unnumbered hosts that toil;
Assert your manhood, break your chains:
Reclaim your own fair soil!
Too long beneath oppression's lash
Ye've slaved for robber knaves;
And gave your all to Church and State,
Contented to be slaves.
The...
