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A soothsayer warns Charles the Great of the coming of a Danish fleet to the Seine's mouth. "Rain and bad weather" may be brought on, as in a battle against the enemy, but in this, as in other instances, the spell may be counteracted.
'Twas not my nectar made thy strength divine, But 'twas thy strength which made my nectar thine! That which Grecian art created, Let the Frank, with joy elated, Bear to Seine's triumphant strand, And in his museums glorious Show the trophies all-victorious To his wondering fatherland. They to him are silent ever, Into life's fresh circle never From their pedestals come down.
Her little round black straw hat with a bit of a red flower on it was just under his chin. "I can't see a thing," she gasped, still giggling. "I'll describe the landscape," said Andrews. "Why, we are crossing the Seine already." "Oh, how pretty it must be!" An old gentleman with a pointed white beard who stood beside them laughed benevolently. "But don't you think the Seine's pretty?"
It never occurred to the Marquis that he was guilty of a betrayal of friendship by paying court to Ninon, and the latter took the Marquis' attentions as a matter of course without considering the ingratitude of her conduct. She rather flattered herself at having been sufficiently attractive to capture a man of de Seine's family distinction.
"What, this Comte de la Seine's page, or whatever he is? And what right has he to instruct you to get horses out at this time of night?" "I don't know, Sir Robert. We were told to get them ready," said the man humbly. "Ah, but this must be inquired into. There's something wrong here, I feel sure."
Betrayer, what! thy soul relentless closing To grief the woman-shame no art can heal To that small life beneath my heart reposing! Man, man, the wild beast for its young can feel! Proud flew the sails receding from the land, I watched them waning from the wistful eye, Round the gay maids on Seine's voluptuous strand, Breathes the false incense of his fatal sigh.
To and fro, across the Pont des Invalides, gleaming lights flashed without ceasing; far below, across a band of denser gloom, appeared a marvellous train of comet-like coruscations, from whose lustrous tails fell a rain of gold. These were the reflections in the Seine's black waters of the lamps on the bridge. From this point, however, the unknown began.
Out yonder, on the Seine's wide mouth, the boats were balancing themselves, as if they also were half divided between a doubt and a longing; a freshening spurt of breeze filled their flapping sails, and away they sped, skipping through the waters with all the gayety which comes with the vigor of fresh resolutions.
In his excitement the King drew his sword and led the way to where the two officers were on duty, ready to challenge and answer frankly that only one person had passed there, and that the young esquire in the Comte de la Seine's suite. "Bah! We are on the wrong track," said the King angrily. "They would not come this way.
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