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"Chorus of harvesters: Deja l'aurore Qui se colore " "If you do not leave me alone, I will throw the contents of this water-pitcher at your head." "I never have seen you in such a surly temper. It looks indeed as if your divinity had treated you cruelly."
"'J'ai toujours redoute la volaille perfide, Qui brave les efforts d'une dent intrepide; Souvent par un ami, dans ses champs entraine. J'ai reconnu le soir le coq infortune Qui m'avait le matin a l'aurore naissante Reveille brusquement de sa voix glapissante; Je l'avais admire dans le sein de la cour, Avec des yeux jaloux, j'avais vu son amour.
"L'amour est pour les coeurs, Ce que l'aurore est pour les fleurs, Et le printemps pour la nature." "Love is a childish disease and like the small-pox. Some die, some become deformed, others are more or less scarred, while upon others the disease does not leave any visible trace." The Alchemist, by C. HAUCH. "Be candid, Otto!" said Wilhelm, as he one day visited his friend.
"Chorus of harvesters: Deja l'aurore Qui se colore " "If you do not leave me alone, I will throw the contents of this water- pitcher at your head." "I never have seen you in such a surly temper. It looks indeed as if your divinity had treated you cruelly."
Instantly the silver laugh was set a-tinkling, and, with delightful gestures, Milord was led captive to the sofa. 'C'est l'aurore qui vient pour dissiper les brumes du matin, Mrs. Barton declared as she settled her skirts over her ankles. "Qu'elle est superbe en son désordre Quand elle tombe. . . ." 'Hush, hush! exclaimed Mrs.
Cette vieillesse la, ressemblance du soir avec l'aurore." VICTOR HUGO: L'homme qui rit. Mrs. Garth, hearing Caleb enter the passage about tea-time, opened the parlor-door and said, "There you are, Caleb. Have you had your dinner?" "Oh yes, a good dinner cold mutton and I don't know what. Where is Mary?" "In the garden with Letty, I think." "Fred is not come yet?" "No.
On January 16, 1898, three days after M. Zola's famous 'J'accuse' letter appeared in 'L'Aurore, and two days before the French Government instructed the Public Prosecutor to proceed against its author, I wrote to the 'Westminster Gazette' a long letter dealing with M. Zola's position.
On va me fusiller par un mur blanc or is it une mure blanche? quand l'aurore se leve avec les couleurs d'une rose et l'odeur d'une jeune fille lavee et parfumee. Pretty good that, eh, what? But the fact remains that unless I find my steed, my charger, my war-horse, which in reality does not belong to me at all, because I pinched it from the colonel, I shall be shot as sure as fate, and, alas!
"'J'ai toujours redoute la volaille perfide, Qui brave les efforts d'une dent intrepide; Souvent par un ami, dans ses champs entraine. J'ai reconnu le soir le coq infortune Qui m'avait le matin a l'aurore naissante Reveille brusquement de sa voix glapissante; Je l'avais admire dans le sein de la cour, Avec des yeux jaloux, j'avais vu son amour.
I have already seen the obscene libel to which my pleasure party has given birth. I have read 'Le lever de l'aurore." "Who has dared to insult you by the sight of it?" asked Louis, indignantly. "Oh, sire," said Marie Antoinette, bitterly, "there are always good friends, who are ready to wound us with the weapons of others. I found the lampoon on my table this morning, among my letters."
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