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("Oh, quand je dors.")

[XXVII.]


Oh! when I sleep, come near my resting-place,
As Laura came to bless her poet's heart,
And let thy breath in passing touch my face -
At once a space...

("Ceux-ci partent.")

[Bk. III. v., February, 1843.]


We pass - these sleep
Beneath the shade where deep-leaved boughs
Bend o'er the furrows the Great Reaper ploughs,...

("Phoebus, n'est-il sur la terre?")

[OPERA OF "ESMERALDA," ACT IV., 1836.]


Phoebus, is there not this side the grave,
Power to save
Those who're loving? Magic balm...

("J'habite l'ombre.")

[1855.]


True; I dwell lone,
Upon sea-beaten cape,
Mere raft of stone;
Whence all escape
Save one who shrinks not from the gloom,...

("Courtisans! attabl's dans le splendide orgie.")

[Bk. I. x., Jersey, December, 1852.]


Cheer, courtiers! round the banquet spread -
The board that groans with shame and plate,...

("Toi qu'aimais Juv'nal.")

[Nox (PRELUDE) ix., Jersey, November, 1852.]


Thou who loved Juvenal, and filed
His style so sharp to scar imperial brows,
And lent the lustre lightening...

("Lorsque l'enfant parait.")

[XIX., May 11, 1830.]


The child comes toddling in, and young and old
With smiling eyes its smiling eyes behold,
And artless, babyish joy;...

("Vous qui pleurez, venez ' ce Dieu.")

[Bk. III. iv., March, 1842.]


Ye weepers, the Mourner o'er mourners behold!
Ye wounded, come hither - the Healer enfold!...

("Oh! n'insultez jamais une femme qui tombe.")

[XIV., Sept. 6, 1835.]


I tell you, hush! no word of sneering scorn -
True, fallen; but God knows how deep her sorrow....

[V, vi., August, 1832.]


Say, Lord! for Thou alone canst tell
Where lurks the good invisible
Amid the depths of discord's sea -
That seem, alas! so dark to me!
Oppressive to a mighty state,...

("Amis! ennui nous tue.")

[Bk. IV. xv., March, 1825.]


Aweary unto death, my friends, a mood by wise abhorred,
Come to the novel feast I spread, thrice-consul, Nero, lord,...

("Quels sont ces bruits sourds?")

[XXIV., July 17, 1836.]


Hark to that solemn sound!
It steals towards the strand. -
Whose is that voice profound
Which mourns the swallowed land,...

("Quoi! ne pouvez-vous vivre ensemble?")

[XXXV., June, 1828.]


The River Deity upbraids his Daughters, the contributary Streams: -

Ye daughters mine! will naught abate...

("Oh! vous aurez trop dit.")

[Bk. III. xiv., April, 1843.]


Ah, you said too often to your angel
There are other angels in the sky -
There, where nothing changes, nothing suffers,...

("Ho, guerriers! je suis n' dans le pays des Gaules.")

[V., March 11, 1825.]


Ho, warriors! I was reared in the land of the Gauls;
O'er the Rhine my ancestors came bounding like balls...

("Il est un peu tard.")

[Bk. III. xxx., Oct. 30, 1854.]


Late it is to look so proud,
Daisy queen! come is the gloom
Of the winter-burdened cloud! -
"But, in winter, most I bloom!"...

("Ma Regina, cette noble figure.")

[LES BURGRAVES, Part II.]


Thy noble face, Regina, calls to mind
My poor lost little one, my latest born.
He was a gift from God - a sign of pardon -...