United States or Saint Kitts and Nevis ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
We showed him the town, and some of the modest pleasures thereof; we introduced him to the Haunt, and astonished him by the company which he met there. Between Brent's "Deserter" and Mark Wilder's "Garryowen," Florac sang Tiens voici ma pipe, voila mon bri quet; Et quand la Tulipe fait le noir tra jet Que tu sois la seule dans le regi ment Avec la brule-gueule de ton cher z'a mant;
He has a high organic balance and a well-built-up philosophy. I started to say of him that he is an optimist, but this is not true. He is cheerful, but he does not sing, "Tra la la, all the things that are, are good." He says, "There are bad things, but I must carry on and fight the good fight." His is a philosophy of courage and endurance, but not of optimistic twaddle.
In dreams we'll stand upon that shore And all the realm behold; We'll see the sights so grand That belong to fairyland, Its mysteries we will explore, Its beauties will unfold. "Oh, tra, la, la, oh, ha, ha, ha! We're happy now as we can be, Our welcome song we will prolong, And greet you with our melody. O fairyland, sweet fairyland, We love to sing "
"Yet one more question," interposed Lestocq; "may the council of state sit in judgment upon Lowenwald and de Mengden, and will you confirm their decision?" "One, two, three tra, la, la!" sang Alexis, and the empress whirled and made her graceful turn, as he had taught her. Lestocq repeated his question to the empress. Elizabeth was precisely in the most difficult tour.
They seemed to be all close as usual, but I now observed for the first time that they were covered with heavy tarpauling. Wondering in my own mind what could be the reason for these ex- tra precautions I did not say anything to M. Letourneur, but determined to wait until the mate should come on watch, when he would doubtless give me, I thought, an explanation of the mystery.
A little time after this, for the Church of S. Gallo in Florence, he painted a panel-picture of S. Jerome in Penitence, which is now in S. Jacopo tra Fossi, where the aforesaid friars live, near the Canto degli Alberti.
"Per me si va nella eitti dolente, Per me si va nell' eterno dolore, Per me si va tra la perduta gente." Here are three lines which, in their matchless simplicity and grandeur, might well excite despair in the breast of any translator. Let us contrast Mr. Longfellow's version.
'Tra deri, dera, L'histoire n'est pas nouvelle! When she drew nearer Louis called her by name. She sent the boy into the church, and came forward, blushing at having been called by so fine a gentleman. Louis held out the bracelet. 'Here is something I have found, or somebody else has found, he said to her. 'I won't state where. Put it away, and say no more about it. I will not mention it either.
And who's that other mug down there? Great snakes! It is the examining magistrate! What fate has brought him here?" Klausoff rushed down and threw his arms round Chubikoff in a cordial embrace. Olga Petrovna slipped through the door. "How did you come here? Let's have a drink, devil take it! Tra- ta-ti-to-tum let us drink! But who brought you here? How did you find out that I was here?
Sometimes they had a couple to lead them, as in the dance called the German, of which my granddaughter tells me; but usually they were all supposed to know the way the play went, and the words were always such as to help. Here is the one they started off with that night: "We come here to bounce around, We come here to bounce around, We come here to bounce around, Tra, la, la!
Word Of The Day