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For instance, the only two triolets which have survived from his "Trente deux Triolets joyeux and tristes" are an example of his twofold temperament. They run thus in the literal and exact translations of them made by an eminent official: I wish I was dead, And lay deep in the grave. I've a pain in my head, I wish I was dead.
De bon cœur je pose les armes; Adieu le tumulte des camps, L'amitiè m'offre d'autres charmes, Au sein de mes joyeux parents; Le Dieu des Amants me rapelle, C'est pour m'enroler
The wine was excellent; and I could not help thinking with the jovial Abbot of Quimper: "Quand nos joyeux verres Se font des le matin, Tout le jour, mes freres, Devient un festin."
He longed to see the curious table-napkins wrought for the Priest of the Sun, on which were displayed all the dainties and viands that could be wanted for a feast; the mortuary cloth of King Chilperic, with its three hundred golden bees; the fantastic robes that excited the indignation of the Bishop of Pontus and were figured with "lions, panthers, bears, dogs, forests, rocks, hunters all, in fact, that a painter can copy from nature"; and the coat that Charles of Orleans once wore, on the sleeves of which were embroidered the verses of a song beginning "Madame, je suis tout joyeux," the musical accompaniment of the words being wrought in gold thread, and each note, of square shape in those days, formed with four pearls.
He renounced the tax called "Le joyeux avenement;" and to commemorate the act, another snuff-box made its appearance in Paris as a pendant to the "Consolation in Grief."
Nobody knew the words, I least of any; so we la-la-la'd through it, and when we parted for luncheon, we went down the crooked stairway arm in arm, still giving forth snatches of "Le Bon Roi Pomaré" in honor of our host: Mais, s'il aimait tant les plaisirs, Les chants joyeux, la vie en rose, Le plus ardent de ses désirs, Pour lui la plus heureuse chose, Fut toujours que l'humanité Regnât au sein de son Royaume; De même que l'Egalité Sous son modeste toit de chaume.
Le monde où tout étincelle, Mais ou rien n'est enflammé, Pourvu que vous soyez belle, Sera charmé. Mon coeur, dans l'ombre amoureuse, Où l'énivrent deux beaux yeux, Pourvu que tu sois heureuse, Sera joyeux. That was all. But she shook as though a miracle had been enacted.
You can imagine how a Frenchman he was a young fellow, who lived in a rear tenement over on the other side of Montmartre would write that song. The little boy, who was going to "free his brothers back there in Alsace" when he grew up, playing soldier "Joyeux, il murmurait: Je suis petit, en somme, Mais viendra bien le jour, ou je serai un homme, Ardeat!
The garde and the juge and the local huissier and the bachelor chemist all beat the hafts of their knives on the table in applause, and she sang, with a vivacity and archness Paul had never before observed in her, a snatch of cheap Belgian sentimentalism: 'Toux les deux, la main dans la main, Nous poursuivions notre chemin, Sous la céleste voûte; Les doux échos mystérieux Répéter nos baisers joyeux Tout le long tout le long de la route.
He longed to see the curious table-napkins wrought for the Priest of the Sun, on which were displayed all the dainties and viands that could be wanted for a feast; the mortuary cloth of King Chilperic, with its three hundred golden bees; the fantastic robes that excited the indignation of the Bishop of Pontus, and were figured with "lions, panthers, bears, dogs, forests, rocks, hunters all, in fact, that a painter can copy from nature;" and the coat that Charles of Orleans once wore, on the sleeves of which were embroidered the verses of a song beginning "Madame, je suis tout joyeux," the musical accompaniment of the words being wrought in gold thread, and each note, of square shape in those days, formed with four pearls.
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