Annales de Bretagne, Volume 16

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Plihon, 1900 - Brittany (France)
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Page lvii - Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart ; And passing even into my purer mind With tranquil restoration : — feelings too Of unremembered pleasure : such, perhaps, As have no slight or trivial influence On that best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love.
Page lviii - Of aspect more sublime: that blessed mood In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened; that serene and blessed mood...
Page lvii - These beauteous forms, Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye : But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind.
Page 465 - Christo qui cum pâtre et spiritu sancto vivit et régnât Deus per omnia secula seculorum.
Page 436 - DE L'ESCLAVAGE DES NÈGRES Si j'avais à soutenir le droit que nous avons eu de rendre les nègres esclaves, voici ce que je dirais : Les peuples d'Europe ayant exterminé ceux de l'Amérique, ils ont dû mettre en esclavage ceux de l'Afrique, pour s'en servir à défricher tant de terres. Le sucre serait trop cher, si l'on ne faisait travailler la plante qui le produit par des esclaves.
Page xlix - A Voice to Light gave Being ; To Time, and Man his earth-born chronicler ; A Voice shall finish doubt and dim foreseeing, And sweep away life's visionary stir ; The trumpet (we, intoxicate with pride, Arm at its blast for deadly wars) To archangelic lips applied, The grave shall open, quench the stars.
Page xix - De toutes les nations de l'Europe, les Français sont ceux qui aiment le moins la poésie et qui s'y connaissent le moins.
Page lvii - Once again I see These hedgerows, hardly hedgerows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild : these pastoral farms Green to the very door ; and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees ! With some uncertain notice, as might seem Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods, Or of some Hermit's cave, where by his fire The Hermit sits alone.
Page 388 - Aujourd'hui 1789, en l'Assemblée convoquée au son de la cloche, en la manière accoutumée, sont comparus en...
Page iii - Fu adunque questo nostro poeta di mediocre statura, e poiché alla matura età fu pervenuto, andò alquanto curvetto, ed era il suo andare grave e mansueto; di onestissimi panni sempre vestito in quello abito ch'era alla sua matura età convenevole. Il suo volto fu lungo, e...

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