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Updated: June 17, 2025
'C'est avec les sentiments du plus profond regret': and again, 'Je suis bien scar que vous comprendrez mes sentiments, et m'accorderez l'honneur que je reclame au nom de ma patrie outrage. The word 'patrie' was broadcast over the letter, and 'honneur' appeared four times, and a more delicate word to harp on than the others! 'Not to Frenchmen, said his friend Rosamund.
He nettles him to flaunt his courage; and the man's nobler mind is expressed in his exclamation: "Des chevaliers de ma patrie L'honneur toujours fut le soutien! "And finally, to crown the work, the theme comes in which sounded the note of fatality at the beginning. Thus, the leading strain, the magnificent call to the deed: "Nonnes qui reposez sous cette froide pierre, M'entendez-vous?
An expression of deep emotion rested upon his countenance, which, in spite of his fifty years, could still be called handsome as he repeated in a low, trembling voice: "J'epouse la pauvrete, Si pour dot elle m'apporte L'honneur et la probite."
He, however, could not say, like his namesake of France, 'Tout est perdu fors l'honneur'; for honour was somewhat committed, even had nothing else been lost. But the sacrifices Austria was compelled, to make were great. The territories ceded to France were immediately united into a new general government, under the collective denomination of the Illyrian Provinces.
And why not? we should have been just as wise. Or it might be stated that "The tenth legion charged the French infantry at Blenheim; and Caesar, writing home to his mamma, said, 'Madame, tout est perdu fors l'honneur."
Ce sont des héros, Tous nos généraux, Et Montcalm et Lévis, Et Bourlamaque aussi." "Mars, qui les engendra Pour l'honneur de la France, D'abord les anima De sa haute vaillance, Et les transporta Dans le Canada, Où l'on voit les François Culbuter les Anglois." The other effusion of the military muse is in a different strain, "en style des poissardes de Paris."
I might have been an acquaintance of the day before yesterday. I made her a low bow. "J'avais bien l'honneur, madame," but refusing to take up our usual bantering tone, she murmured a hospitable commonplace and disappeared. Boris and I looked at one another. "I had better go home, don't you think?" I asked. "Hanged if I know," he replied frankly.
God forbid that I should be either, mi Lor, j'ai l'honneur d'etre de la nation Grecque, my name is Antonio Buchini, native of Pera the Belle near to Constantinople. Myself. And what brought you to Spain? Buchini.
I, being foremost, and she silent, was compelled to speak to the figure in darkness: "Madame de Genlis nous a fait l'honneur de nous mander qu'elle voulait bien nous permettre de lui rendre visite, et de lui offrir nos respects," said I, or words to that effect: to which she replied by taking my hand and saying something in which charmee was the most intelligible word.
"MONSIEUR LE MINISTRE: J'ai l'honneur de remettre sous ce pli
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