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Vous qui, lorsque les loups hurlent dans les clairières,
Chantez sous vos plafonds constellés de lumières,
Ou venant vous asseoir devant l’âtre vermeil,
Courez, du coin du feu, le val et la montagne,
Faites des rêves d’or, des châteaux en Espagne
Qu’achève ensuite un doux sommeil ;
Qui dédaignant la foi de vos pieuses mores,
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Air : du Baiser au Portier.
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Madame Arthur est une femme
Qui fit parler d’elle longtemps ;
Sans journaux, sans puff, sans réclame,
Elle eut une foule d’amants. (bis)
Chacun voulait être aimé d’elle,
Chacun la courtisait, pourquoi ?
C’est que, sans être vraiment belle,
Elle avait...
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white sail upon the ocean verge,
Just crimsoned by the setting sun,
Thou hast thy port beyond the surge,
Thy happy homeward course to run,
And wingëd hope, with heart of fire,
To gain the bliss of thy desire.
I watch thee till the sombre sky
Has darkly veiled the lucent plain;
My thoughts, like homeless spirits,...
When good King Arthur ruled the land,
He was a goodly king:
He stole three pecks of barley meal,
To make a bag-pudding.
A bag-pudding the king did make,
And stuffed it well with plums;
And in it put great lumps of fat,
As big as my two thumbs.
The king and queen did eat thereof,
And noblemen beside...
SO all day long the noise of battle rolled
Among the mountains by the winter sea;
Until King Arthur’s Table, man by man,
Had fallen in Lyoness about their lord,
King Arthur: then, because his wound was deep,
The bold Sir Bedivere uplifted him,
Sir Bedivere, the last of all his Knights,
And bore him to a chapel nigh the field,
A...
