Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 28, 2025
Not one face but had softened in comprehension as Louise painted the picture of her home of the gentle father, the scolding mother, the little daily frictions that wear patience thin; not one heart but had leaped when passion broke a way through the song, mounting, mounting as upon wings, until Louise in her ecstasy of love and joy and incredulity exclaims: 'C'est le paradis! C'est une féerie!
It was an affair of four-and-twenty hours of less than four-and-twenty hours, for all passed between eight in the morning and midnight, the day after their arrival in Paris. Imagine a sort of little 'feerie', in three acts, of which the success increases from tableau to tableau: 1st. A ride at ten in the morning in the Bois, with the two marvellous grooms imported from America. 2d.
We had dreams of our own and to have right at our fireside the one man in all the world who saw things and get merely a dream from him was, to say the least, discouraging. "I thocht I heer'd th' rat, tap; rat, tap, ov th' Lepracaun th' feerie shoemaker. "'Is that th' Lepracaun? says I. 'If it is I want m' three wishes. 'Get thim out, says he, 'fur I'm gey busy th' night.
A feeling akin to adoration awakened in him, and as if in expression of the emotion, the violin of M. Cartel cried out the supreme confession of the lovers, Louise's enraptured 'C'est le Paradis! C'est une féerie!, and Julian's answer, intoxicating as wine, 'Non! C'est la vie! l'Eternelle, la toute-puissante vie!
Je crois rêver sous un ciel de féerie, l'âme encore grisée de ton premier baiser!" But, abruptly abruptly as a light might be extinguished the music ceased, and Max released Blake's hand. "It is all most wonderful," he said; "but the words of that song they do not quite please me." "Why? Have you never sung that 'l'âme encore grisée de ton premier baiser!"
Word Of The Day
Others Looking