French Portraits: Being Appreciations of the Writers of Young France |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 17
Page 30
... speak to him of Ghent , his ancient city . " It is the soul of Flanders , " he says , " at once venerable and young . In its streets the past and the present elbow each other . " And then he tells you of the changes that have taken ...
... speak to him of Ghent , his ancient city . " It is the soul of Flanders , " he says , " at once venerable and young . In its streets the past and the present elbow each other . " And then he tells you of the changes that have taken ...
Page 34
... speaking of himself and his own method . You have crossed the moonlit boule- vard ; you take a table inside the Café de l'Hor- loge ; you drink bock and stare out at the fountain , tossing up a dust of chrysoprase into the blue night ...
... speaking of himself and his own method . You have crossed the moonlit boule- vard ; you take a table inside the Café de l'Hor- loge ; you drink bock and stare out at the fountain , tossing up a dust of chrysoprase into the blue night ...
Page 37
... speak , ―ay , they speak little futile words that trouble the silence for a little while . Then they listen again , leaving the words unfinished , the gest- ures unresolved ; waiting . They listen . They wait . It may be she will not ...
... speak , ―ay , they speak little futile words that trouble the silence for a little while . Then they listen again , leaving the words unfinished , the gest- ures unresolved ; waiting . They listen . They wait . It may be she will not ...
Page 82
... speaking in the loose manner of the popular preacher , said of Mendès : " Were I a Christian , I would vehemently curse his works and pray God , the while , for his soul ; and were I a legislator I would banish him beyond the frontiers ...
... speaking in the loose manner of the popular preacher , said of Mendès : " Were I a Christian , I would vehemently curse his works and pray God , the while , for his soul ; and were I a legislator I would banish him beyond the frontiers ...
Page 86
... sight ; there was only the blue rush of illimitable night . " Beautiful Angel , " I asked , " is Paradise in truth as magnificent as the Paradise of our dreams ? Speak to me , my divine guide ! Tell me 86 FRENCH PORTRAITS.
... sight ; there was only the blue rush of illimitable night . " Beautiful Angel , " I asked , " is Paradise in truth as magnificent as the Paradise of our dreams ? Speak to me , my divine guide ! Tell me 86 FRENCH PORTRAITS.
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
Adolphe Retté æsthetic âme anarchy Angel antique artist Barrès beauty Belgian bells blond blue Bruges Brussels C'est Camille Lemonnier Catulle Mendès chanted cries Dame dead drama dreams Émile Verhaeren eternal eyes faded fleur flowers France French genius Georges Eekhoud Georges Rodenbach girl gray Greek hair haunted ideal Jean Moréas Jean Richepin Jehan Rictus Jeunesse kisses letters literature live Mallarmé Marcel Schwob Maurice Barrès Maurice Maeterlinck Max Elskamp mode modern monk moon moral mystic night once pale Paris Parnassians passes passions Pauvre peasants phrase Pierre Louys plays poems poetical poetry prose rebel Régnier revolt rhymes rhythm Richepin rose sang says Schwob seul shines sings soir sombre songs sonnet soul Stéphane Mallarmé stormy strange Stuart Merrill symbol theory things thought tion to-day vagrom veil Verlaine vers verse Vielé-Griffin voice Walt Whitman women word write written wrote yeux young poet youth
Popular passages
Page 5 - The prostitute draggles her shawl, her bonnet bobs on her tipsy and pimpled neck, The crowd laugh at her blackguard oaths, the men jeer and wink to each other, (Miserable ! I do not laugh at your oaths nor jeer you...
Page 114 - He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly, unhandsome corse Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
Page 104 - The last scud of day holds back for me, It flings my likeness after the rest and true as any on the shadow'd wilds, It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk. I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.
Page 20 - Surgi de la croupe et du bond D'une verrerie éphémère Sans fleurir la veillée amère Le col ignoré s'interrompt. Je crois bien que deux bouches n'ont Bu, ni son amant ni ma mère, Jamais à la même Chimère, Moi, sylphe de ce froid plafond...
Page 7 - L'abbé divague. — Et toi, marquis, Tu mets de travers ta perruque. — Ce vieux vin de Chypre est exquis Moins, Camargo, que votre nuque. — Ma flamme... — Do, mi, sol, la, si. — L'abbé, ta noirceur se dévoile! — Que je meure, Mesdames, si Je ne vous décroche une étoile ! — Je voudrais être petit chien ! — Embrassons nos bergères, l'une Après l'autre. — Messieurs, eh bien ? — Do, mi, sol. — Hé!
Page 9 - C'est le grand jour tremblant de midi, C'est, par un ciel d'automne attiédi, Le bleu fouillis des claires étoiles!
Page 21 - Flotte plus qu'il n'ensevelit. Mais, chez qui du reve se dore Tristement dort une mandore Au creux neant musicien Telle que vers quelque fenetre Selon nul ventre que le sien, Filial on aurait pu naitre.
Page 69 - Ici c'est un vieil homme de cent ans qui dit, selon la chair, Flandre et le sang : souvenez-vous-en, souvenez-vous-en, en ouvrant son cœur de ses doigts tremblants pour montrer à tous sa vie comme un livre, et, dans sa joie comme en des oraisons, tout un genre humain occupé à vivre en ses villes pies d'hommes et d'enfants. Or à tous ici, ses pleurs et ses fêtes, et, suivant le ciel peint à ses couleurs, voici sa maison, ses fruits et ses fleurs, en ses horizons d'hommes et de bêtes; et lors...
Page 21 - Une dentelle s'abolit Dans le doute du Jeu supreme A n'entr'ouvrir comme un blaspheme Qu'absence eternelle de lit. Cet unanime blanc conflit D'une guirlande avec la meme, Enfui contre la vitre bleme Flotte plus qu'il n'ensevelit.
Page 227 - Plaudite porcelli, porcorum pigra propago. Progreditur , plures porci pinguedine pleni. Pugnantes pergunt, pecudum pars prodigiosa Perturbat pede petrosas plerumque plateas, Pars portentose populorum prata profanat. Pars pungit populando potens, pars plurima plagis Praetendit punire pares, prosternere parvos.