FRENCH LYRICS SEL & ED W/AN IN
FRENCH LYRICS SEL & ED W/AN IN

Author: Arthur Graves Canfield

Publisher: Wentworth Press

Published: 2016-08-25

Total Pages: 424

ISBN-13: 9781362069713

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FRENCH LYRICS SEL & ED W/AN IN
FRENCH LYRICS SEL & ED W/AN IN

Author: Arthur Graves Ed Canfield

Publisher: Wentworth Press

Published: 2016-08-25

Total Pages: 420

ISBN-13: 9781362071327

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French Lyrics, Selected and Edited with an Introduction and Notes
French Lyrics, Selected and Edited with an Introduction and Notes

Author: Arthur Graves Canfield

Publisher: Rarebooksclub.com

Published: 2013-09

Total Pages: 102

ISBN-13: 9781230182605

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1899 edition. Excerpt: ...la chute ecume; Je veux voir des sites nouveaux: Postillons, pressez vos chevaux. Puis, une hirondelle qui passe. Rasant la greve au sable d'or, Puis, semes dans un large espace, Les moutons d'un berger qui dort; De grandes perspectives bleues, Larges et longues de vingt lieues; Je veux voir des sites nouveaux: Postillons, pressez vos chevaux. Une montagne: l'on enraye, Au bord du rapide penchant D'un mont dont la hauteur effraye: Les chevaux glissent en marchant, L'essieu grince, le pave fume, Et la roue un instant s'allume; Je veux voir des sites nouveaux: Postillons, pressez vos chevaux. La cote raide est descendue. Recouverte de sable fin, La route, a chaque instant perdue, S'etend comme un ruban sans fin. Que cette plaine est monotone! On dirait un matin d'automne; Je veux voir des sites nouveaux: Postillons, pressez vos chevaux. Une ville d'un aspect sombre, Avec ses tours et ses clochers Qui montent dans les airs, sans nombre, Comme des mats ou des rochers, Ou mille lumieres flamboient Au sein des ombres qui la noient; Je veux voir des sites nouveaux: Postillons, pressez vos chevaux. Mais ils sont las, et leurs narines, Rouges de sang, soufflent du feu; L'ecume inonde leurs poitrines, II faut nous arreter un peu. Halte! demain, plus vite encore, Aussitot que poindra l'aurore, Postillons, pressez vos chevaux, Je veux voir des sites nouveaux. TOMBEE DU JOUR T E jour tombait, une pale nuee Du haut du ciel laissait nonchalamment, Dans l'eau du fleuve a peine remuee, Tremper les plis de son blanc vetement. La nuit parut, la nuit morne et sereine, Portant le deuil de son frere le jour, Et chaque etoile a son trone de reine, ...