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Immediately the words evoke the chaste vision sung by Leconte de Lisle, in his poem "l'Epiphanie": Elle passe, tranquille, en un rêve divin, Sur le bord du plus frais de tes lacs, ô Norvège! Le sang rose et subtil qui dore son col fin Est doux comme un rayon de l'aube sur la neige.
My little Chrysantheme for the first time visited me on board-ship to day, chaperoned by Madame Prune, and followed by my youngest sister in-law, Mademoiselle La Neige. These ladies had the tranquil manners of the highest gentility.
Chrysanthème, for the first time, paid me a visit on board ship to-day, chaperoned by Madame Prune, and followed by my youngest sister-in-law, Mdlle. La Neige. These ladies had the tranquil manners of the highest gentility.
The flowers are double white and with the pleasant, but not heavy, scent of P. microphyllus. P. Lemoinei Gerbe de Neige bears pleasantly-scented flowers that are as large as those of the well-known P. speciosissimus. There is an erect form of P. Lemoinei named erectus that is also worthy of note.
My little Chrysantheme for the first time visited me on board-ship to day, chaperoned by Madame Prune, and followed by my youngest sister in-law, Mademoiselle La Neige. These ladies had the tranquil manners of the highest gentility.
Merde. A wee tiny absurd whistle coming from nowhere, from outside of me. Two men opposite. Jolt. A few houses, a fence, a wall, a bit of neige float foolishly by and through a window. These gentlemen in my compartment do not seem to know that La Misere exists. They are talking politics. Thinking that I don't understand. By Jesus, that's a good one.
One afternoon I was lying on my couch, thinking of the usual Nothing, when a sharp cry sung through The Enormous Room: "Il tombe de la neige Noel! Noel!" I sat up. The Guard Champetre was at the nearest window, dancing a little horribly and crying: "Noel! Noel!" I went to another window and looked out. Sure enough.
A jury of inquest was impaneled, and after due deliberation and inquiry they returned the inevitable American verdict which has been so familiar to our ears all the days of our lives "NOBODY TO BLAME." They happened just as they are told. Il veut faire secher de la neige au four et la vendre pour du sel blanc.
It was all set forth in curves drawn by self-recording pens on regular ruled paper. The student had merely noted what took place in the lecture-room as corresponding to these curves. "At the mention of the noiseless gun," said Kennedy, bending over the record, while the student pointed it out to him and we leaned forward to catch his words, "I find that the curves of Miss La Neige, Mrs.
There are agencies of expedition. We can forward the luggage by grande vitesse or petite vitesse how long are you likely to be away on this Theophile Gautier voyage 'Cueillir la fleur de neige. Ou la fleur d'Angsoka'?" "Four months," said Captain Maturin. "Then if I send them by the Great Swiftness, they'll arrive just in time."
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