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For surely this is the habit of the true poet, and marks the vigour and recurrent origin of poetry, that a man should get his head full of rhythms and catches, and that they should jumble up somehow into short songs of his own. ... Son beau corps est en terre Son âme en Paradis. Tu ris? Et ris, tu ris, ma Bergère, Ris, ma Bergère, tu ris.

While Colonel was in the act of saying something which he thought would quite win the old creature's heart, she looked up at him over her glasses, saying, "Yer ain't seen nuffin er dat ar fedder-bed yet, is yer? Kase ole Miss she dun giv' me dat ar bed too long to talk about, an' ebery one ob dem fedders was ris rite on dis yere place.

And as he staggered on, instead of sneers and ridicule, one might hear such expressions as these: "Poor Pether! he's nearly off; an' a dacent, kind neighbor he ever was. The death of the wife broke his heart he never ris his head since." "Ay, poor man! God pity him!

And you might even have come to be put on the Committee of Ways and Means." "I hope that is not a committee of mean ways, professor." "Ha, ha, ha! There you are again! I say it and I stand to it, if you had been born in a more elevated speer you would have ris' to be something!" "Law, professor!" "Well, I do! and it is a pity you hadn't been!

Robert, beggared, frenzied, searching everything, eager for blood, fire, and sword, is his own son; in this mood he is exactly like his father. What hideous glee we hear in Bertram's words: 'Je ris de tes coups! And how perfectly the Venetian barcarole comes in here. Through what wonderful transitions the diabolical parent is brought on to the stage once more to make Robert throw the dice.

He remained in bed until very late the next morning; but on hearing the bell sound the hour of breakfast, eleven o'clock, he sprang from his couch with a bound, and after capering about his cell for a few moments, began to sing, in a loud and cheerful voice, the old ditty: "Diogene! Sous ton manteau, libre et content, Je ris, je bois, sans gene "

The Monday before Lent is a holiday in all the schools. Early in the morning the children, provided with decorated sticks, "fastelavns Ris," rouse their parents and others from slumber. All who are found asleep after a certain time must pay a forfeit of Lenten buns.

Mais je lui ris au nez, made the sign of the cortamanga asked for my wages, and left him; and well it was that I did so, for the very domestic whom he took with him he caused to be shot upon a charge of mutiny." "I am afraid," said I, "that you are of a turbulent disposition, and that the disputes to which you have alluded are solely to be attributed to the badness of your temper."

Avril, la grace, et le ris De Cypris, Le flair et la douce haleine; Avril, le parfum des dieux, Qui, des cieux, Sentent l'odeur de la plaine; C'est toy, courteis et gentil, Qui, d'exil Retire ces passageres, Ces arondelles qui vont, Et qui sont Du printemps les messageres. That is not by Ronsard, but by Remy Belleau, for Ronsard soon came to have a school.

I was upon my guard, and suspecting all he said, examined him so strictly where he had it before I would open it, that he was hugely confounded, and I confirmed that 'twas his. I laid it by and wished that they would have left us, that I might have taken notice on't to him. He sat awhile in great disorder, without speaking a word, and so ris and took his leave.