L’heure charmante, au vol rapide, au souffle pur,
Le crépuscule ouvrait ses ailes dans l’azur.
L’astre était descendu derrière la montagne,
Et du grand cap Bernard l’ombre sur la campagne
S’allongeait. Dans la rade, à la crête des flots
Le soleil éteignait l’or de ses javelots ;
Et les barques au loin, dans le couchant en flammes,
Comme des...
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A day and then a week passed by:
The redbird hanging from the sill
Sang not; and all were wondering why
It was so still—
When one bright morning, loud and clear,
Its whistle smote my drowsy ear,
Ten times repeated, till the sound
Filled every echoing niche around;
And all things earliest loved by me,—
The bird, the... -
From “King Henry VIII.,” Act III. Sc. 2.
CROMWELL, I did not think to shed a tear
In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me,
Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman.
Let ’s dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell;
And—when I am forgotten, as I shall be,
And sleep in dull, cold marble, where no mention
Of me more must be heard of—...