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Banville made his first athletic essaya and earned Baudelaire's comparison with the infant Hercules at a moment of transition. The poetry which should shake thrones and foresee millenniums, or carry the conquests of the historical spirit into the domain of the imagination and fix in marmorean forms the transience of our illusions, was as yet hardly promised.
This is his only link with the Parnassians : for it was by the fortune of an even temper and wibhout any pretension to the tranquillity of science that he showed himself truly impassive, serene as the ancient gods whose train, said Gautier, he brought back into the Romantic Burg.
Banville's is a poetry of fantastic and delicious variations. The works of Banville are published by Lemerre and by Charpentier. Puis, tout flamboyants sous les chrysolithes, Les bruns Adonis et les Hyppolytes 10 Montrent leurs arcs d'or et leurs peaux de loups. Mon enfant, seul bien qui me reste, Dors sous ces branches d'arbre en fleurs.
Dans les feux du soleil couchant Le vieux mont est brillant de neige. Ta petite bouche sourit. Ta petite bouche sourit, Pareille aux corolles qui s'ouvrent. Je vois luire des diamants Sur la montagne enchanteresse. Sur la montagne enchanteresse Je vois des topazes de feu. Dors, qu'un songe heureux te caresse, 35 Ferme tes yeux de lotus bleu! Ses yeux tout grands ouverts ont des blancheurs de nacre.
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Il voudrait se coucher, dormir ; il ne peut pas. Allons, hue! Il est malheureux comme un homme. Mercredi, 12 janvier He began riming as a schoolboy, and afterwards, between walking the hospitals and coaching pupils for a living, found time to perfect his talent. He gave up medicine in and thenceforward devoted his life to poetry. His disinterested and laborious career ended prematurely, just when his appointment to the charge of the public library at Rouen had brought him material independence. Bouilhet might be called a transitional Romantic.
Ail his verse is of admirable work- manship. Cela se rapprochait et sonnait sur les dalles. He was brought up partly in the colony and partly in Brittany, and after leaving school spent some time in travel, being in- tended for a commercial career, and visited India and Madagascar to the incalculable advantage of a late-blossoming talent. It was only in that, abandoning ail idea of an active occupation, he settled in Paris and lived there 'on privations and Greek roots,' acquiring the science of verse and teaching and studying ancient languages and civilisations. In his ardent Republicanism threatened to sweep him into politics, but he remained faithful to letters, and between that year and contributed to periodicals a certain number of poerns which formed the nucleus of his first volume.
In appeared the first of Leconte's translations of the greatest Greek and Latin poets into French prose. In the events of the Terrible Year Leconte de Lisle took the part of a patriot and of an uncompromising Republican. He had struggled with poverty during his best years ; a small government pension had been granted him in ; and in the Republic rewarded his zeal with the post of sub-librarian to the Senate, which gave him a modest independence. His followers gloried in a stoical or impassive attitude ; and from his works the record of intimate joys and sorrows, the strain of argument and prophecy, confidences and ejaculations, were conscientiously eliminated.
The works of Leconte de Lisle are published by Lemerre. Comme vous, dans l'ombre sans bornes, Heureux qui roule enseveli! Et si j'ai le visage et les bras trop velus, Eh bien! Si je savais nager, du moins! Au sein des flots J'irais t'offrir des lis et de rouges pavots. Mais, vains souhaits! Tout se tait. Une nuit d'or emplit d'un magique silence La merveilleuse horreur de l'espace et des flots. Tout est vide et muet. Rien qui nage ou qui flotte, 25 Qui soit vivant ou mort, qu'il puisse entendre ou voir. Va, monstre! Vide sur eux palais, maisons, temples et rues : 75 Que les mourants vengent les morts!
Non, non! Janvier He held a place in the administra- tion of the Senate under the Consulate and the Empire ; had painters and men of letters for his friends ; and died not quite six years after the poet's birth. Charles was only seven when his mother, still quite a young woman, married an officer, Major afterwards General Aupick. His stepfather wished him to enter the diplomatie service : Baudelaire refused to do anything but write; and from to he led a somewhat riotous and outwardly fruitless life in Paris, indulging a hundred curiosities, among a crew of Bohemians more or less intel- lectual ; until at last, after an open quarrel with General Aupick, his family, in alarm at his spendthrift idleness and the queer company he kept, put him on board a merchantman sailing from Bordeaux for the Indies under the charge of a friendly captain.
He returned to Paris on the eve of his majority and, possessed of material independence, began that life of studious dissipation, of feverish kbour without fruition, joyless vice, discontent and remorse and vagabondage and exasperated idealism, of which the history or the legend has been used too often to supply an unedifying com- mentary on his writings. A conscientious study on the ' philosophy of love ' and several dramas among which L'Ivrogne promised to be the most characteristic never got beyond the stage of fragments.
In Baudelaire published his translation of The Raven, which had been heralded by a remarkable article on Poe's life and writings in La Revue de Paris ; two volumes of Poe's Taies, turned into a French prose which is allowed to surpass the original, were brought out in and In this latter year, a friend who had set up a publishing business in a provincial town produced Les Fleurs du Mal.
A collection of Baudelaire's poems had been curiously expected by a small number of intellectual men ; the book drew praise, not unreserved, but warm and candid, from Hugo and Gautier, Sainte- Beuve and Barbey d'Aurevilly, E. For a short period Baudelaire's life now became more regular and lus activity more fruitful. He was reconciled with his mother, General Aupick being dead.
He was twice a candidate — the second time for the chair of Lacordaire! Baudelaire's last books were translations of Poe which appeared in and In the former year he left Paris for Brussels with the idea of paying his debts by profits from lectures. His success as a lecturer on Gautier and' Delacroix was short-lived ; disagreements and misunderstandings with the agents left him penniless, hopeless and ailing.
He founded new hopes on a book about Belgium, and took copious notes, and made many journeys up and down a country in which almost everything and every one exasperated him. In the spring of he had a paralytic stroke in a churck at Namur and was taken back, henceforth speech- less, to Brussels. But he was born with a fatal avidity for sensations, and an intense consciousness of being irre- mediably alone. His irony and his cynicism — the armour he wore against the importunity of the self-complacent and the temptations of an easy expansiveness — hardly detract from the desperate sincerity which is the final impression of his verse.
He made himself the centre of the world ; but there was in him an aristocracy which forbade the mercenary sob, the disorder, the revolted egoism of the debased romantic temper. Baudelaire was besieged by images of corruption and by a vision, partly a memory, of some material paradise ; or rather, the sensation of death, the homesickness for an exotic bliss, are the poisonous excitants that continually sting ail his faculties of perception at once — hearing, touch, smell as well as sight ; and this is so rare among the poets that his merely visual power seems by comparison ordinary.
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His verse if we except what Gautier called his sonnets libertins is scrupulously correct. He loved long words ; he used asson- ance before that subsidiary charm became common. Baudelaire is morbid, if excessive unhappiness is morbidity.
He is also virile. The two things must be conciliated somehow. Many prose frag- ments, notably two curious diaries, are to be read in M. C'est le Diable qui tient les fils qui nous remuent! O pauvres corps tordus, maigres, ventrus ou flasques, Que le dieu de l'Utile, implacable et serein, Enfants, emmaillotta dans ses langes d'airain! Dans quel philtre? Peut-on illuminer un ciel bourbeux et noir? Autant qu'un roi je suis heureux ; 5 L'air est pur, le ciel admirable.
Elle y vint! Nous sommes tous plus ou moins fous! Un seul Parmi ces ivrognes stupides 30 Songea-t-il dans ses nuits morbides A faire du vin un linceul? Je serai ce soir ivre mort : Alors, sans peur et sans remord, Je me coucherai sur la terre, Et je dormirai comme un chien! He lias published little or no new poetry for some years. Among the less conspicuous followers of Leconte de Lisle, M. Dierx is distinguished as an admirable craftsman, especially ardent in the pur- suit of melodious effects.
In a remarkably sympathetic and luminous rendering into French verse of the first book of Lucretius prepared the way for two long philosophical poems, La Justice and Le Bonheur, which appeared in and in respectively. The humanitarian strain in Sully-Prudhomme recalls Victor de Laprade, who was, like him, what is emphatically called a thinker. And he was a genuine poet as well as a genuine thinker : unfortunately the philosopher in him is too often separable from the artist, and the disparity between the solid doctrine and the somewhat precious forms in which he chose to convey it does injustice to both characters.
It is, in fact, too late in the day for a philosophical poetry, and we are fatally conscious of a double aim. His family came from the Belgian Ardennes, but his father was a French captain of engineers. He married, unhappily, in , adhered to the Commune, travelled with the youthful Arthur Rimbaud and, at Brussels, was tried and sentenced to two years' imprisonment for shooting his friend in a drunken quarrel. For some time he was an usher in England, and towards the end of his career he gave lectures in Belgium, Holland, the French provinces, England, and contributed to respectable reviews.
He spent years, on and orT, in the hospitals of Paris ; and died in squalid surroundings at the beginning of Verlaine's rank as a poet is still hotly disputed. The phrase ' a transitional Parnassian ' defines him aptly, at least on the formai side of his art. A real raaster of expression, who quite evidently thought in verse, he often preferred to suggest merely, and he carried the semblance of a fluid artlessness in discourse to the frontiers of genius and insipidity. His verse is of very various quality. Much or most of it is not only firm and regular, but rigorous ; and when he chooses to be demure, his sober utterance has almost the virtues of Racine's, without the pride of carriage.
Racine alone, and possibly Lamartine, can match his naturel sensitiveness to the merely sonorous value of words — a gift he presumed on. Their common tendency is towards equi vocation. Verlaine has often attained an aerial tenderness, and as often sunk to an earthiness and triviality, which are equally characteristic. Celare artem was his sovereign art. Et je hais toujours la femme jolie, La rime assonante et l'ami prudent. Est-elle brune, blonde ou rousse? Son nom? Car c'est bon pour une fois. Hommes durs! Vie atroce et laide d'ici-bas!
Car qu'est-ce qui nous accompagne, Et vraiment, quand la mort viendra, que reste-t-il? He began life as a shorthand clerk in the war office. But since the year of national calamity to which he paid his poetical tribute he earned no small part of his popularity by prose stories and by plays. He died last summer after a protracted illness. But he was without question a keen observer, a charming and familiar narrator, and had many moments of cordial inspiration. Et dans la serre chaude ainsi qu'en un harem S'exhalent sans parfum tes ennuis de sultane. Three years later Heredia succeeded his friend and master Leconte de Lisle at the Academy : he was for some time the keeper of the Mazarine Library.
A very little more of his poetry was printed in one or other of the reviews a short time before his death. His verse, full, sumptuous, pellucid, and singularly varied for its compass, is his own, and uniformly admirable. An expensive volume of his poetry was first published in ; a volume of miscellaneous prose called simply Pages appeared at Brussels in , and at Brussels also, in , an essay — originally a lecture — on Villiers de L'Isle-Adam.
His rooms in the Rue de Rome were, for two or three lustres, a centre of eager intellectual life. It was not long since, upon the death of Verlaine, the young writers of Paris had publicly hailed him 'the Prince of poets. In other hands, the move- ment of which he is perhaps the most convinced theorist was pre-eminently a revival of sentiment : it was his originality to ' aim at the head.
The absence of punctuation, the strangeness of a summary dislocated syntax which seems always to chafe at the necessity of presenting simultaneous impressions successively, are only superficial obstacles : but not every one can endure the rarer ether of an art so purely suggestive. Claude Debussy so happily, may be best seen the temper of his wistful and aristocratie imagination and in what company he loved to take refuge.
Brussels: Deman, Paris : Perrin. Divagations in prose. Paris : He was elected to the French Academy in Jean Richepin's is a curious figure among French poets of the day. If nine-tenths of his 1 realism ' is the abuse of dialect and slang, he certainly knows the submerged classes and feels for them, and has conscientiously striven to make their joys and their revolts articulate — and picturesque.
J'ai mis d'autres sous dans ma main Et, vite, ai repris mon chemin, 30 Fuyard honteux songeant tout bas Qu'il n'avait pas tort, n'est-ce pas? He was educated at Brussels, Ghent and Louvain, and called to the Brussels bar. About the same time he began also to contribute critical articles to various 'young' reviews,both Belgian and French. A violently personal poet for whom the world is rich in emblems and who has consistently sought to express himself by imposing his visions and his rhythms, who riots in furnaces of colour and whose einphatic accents betray the tribune boni, might be called a Romantic or a Symbolist with almost equal propriety : but M.
Verhaeren deserves better than to be identified with any school. It may be added that of late the meliorist in him, and the champion of what may perhaps bear the name of a pantheistic positivism, has been sometimes oppressively conspicuous in gnomic sentences and pro- phecies and loud denunciation. But M. Verhaeren is also the poet of Flemish hearths and familiar joys ; he has met heroes and spectres — S.
George and the North Wind — on the roads ; he is saturated with the history and the legends of his country and penetrated with the still and sullen beauty of its landscape. There is more force than perfection in this poetry. And, it may well be by an atavistic instinct inherited from a speech more heavily stressed than French, he is given to reinforcing his rhythm by surrounding the strong syllables with enclitics which exaggerate their weight by contrast.
In prose : Contes de Minuit. The following books of poetry are published by M. Te fuir! Lettres jusques au ciel, lettres en or qui bouge, C'est un bazar au bout des faubourgs rouges! Car vivre, c'est prendre et donner avec liesse. Heures de chute ou de grandeur! Jadis, on allumait des feux Sur leur sommet, dans le soir sombre ; 10 Et le marin fixait ses yeux Vers ce flambeau tendu dans l'ombre. Some years later he became in fact a Parisian, and began to rime in reviews of the Latin Quarter.
Paul Adam in a couple of novels, and at the same time vigorously defended in pamphlets and letters his own conception of his art. Progressively, M. Its author has hardly left Paris, or at least France, since he first settled there, except to visit his country at the time of the Greco-Turkish war.
By diligent reading of the elder poets he has amassed a treasure of verbal associations, and he has learned the secret resources of his adopted language by donning the habit of successive periods. It remains to be seen whether he will succeed in delivering a personality which is possibly vigorous from the nemesis of his triumphant assimilations.
The earlier verse was published by L. Ainsi, en la bailli' de celle Dont les cheveux passent l'or fin Las! Mais quoi! He read enormously — philosophy and science as well as literature — wrote much both prose and verse, got in touch through friends MM. He lived four years in Germany and left Berlin finally in to marry a young Englishwoman whom he had met there ; but he had hardly settled again in Paris with brilliant literary prospects and published his first volume, when his lungs were found to be affected and he was ordered to the South.
The disease was however too far advanced already, and he died in Paris within two days of his twenty-seventh birthday. In French poetry he inaugurated something more than a new manner. But also his undress served the ends of a new irony, gay and glacial, inexorable and infantile, based on the obsession of our nothingness, which lisps the cruellest syllables and veils a shamefast sensibility.
Camille Mauclair's remarkable monograph on Jules Laforgue. Since that date M. His imagery is rich, not recondite ; his vocabulary personal with- out strangeness. In a word, M. La voici qui vient. Les vagues sont Farouches et le vent dur qui les fouette rue Leur troupe furieuse et leur foule bourrue. Aucun toit n'y fait luire, au soleil qui l'irise Ou l'empourpre, dans l'air du soir ou du matin, 10 Sa tuile rougeoyante ou son ardoise grise. His first verses appeared in a little periodical now def unct ; Vanier, the publisher of les jeimes, brought out his earlier volumes. The accent was personal from the first, but the form in Cueille d'Avril and Les Cygnes was mainly traditional.
The poet is himself a thoughtf ul and fastidious critic ; he writes in English as well as in French; and in he had published a remarkable translation of Mr. Swinburne's Laus Veneris. Both in the form and the spirit of his poetry M. Probably on the strength of his origin he has been called a pupil of Walt Whitman ; but the technical prestige of Mr.
He took an active part in the manage- ment of another militant periodical, Le Symboliste, and in this and other organs — French and Belgian — of the new poetical movement he did notable work for some years as a critic and especially as a theorist on prosody. Les Nomades, published in , was among the first-fruits of Symbolism ; and M. Kahn speedily won and main- tained by successive publications a very eminent place among French poets of the day.
Kahn has cultivated some rare plants of Eastern origin. The Orient which his cunning and often delicious music evokes most often is rather that Orient whose charm filtered into the French poetry of the Middle Ages than that with which the Romantics glutted their wild and uninstructed fancy : but it is above ail the Orient for which a poet of Eastern race, a nomad exiled in the settled order of the West, yearns inconsolably. He evokes it by the opulent embroidery of his dreams and by the languorous tenderness of his subtle incantations. He is often and especially in his earlier work obscure ; and he has been reproached quite justly with a licentious syntax and a vocabulary in which words that are too old and words that are too young jostle each other disconcertingly.
Internai assonance, and also parallelism which is the assonance of meaning play a paramount part in the construc- tion of M. Kahn's curious and — given the conditions — accomplished verse. Le compagnon du tour de France y vient frapper ; c'est son repos. Femme, verse-moi plein mon broc.
Alors les temps sont durs? Je partirai demain plus loin de la mer. He was a schoolboy when his father died ; and to help to support his mother and a younger sister and brother lie was obliged to take a place in a bank, and a little later became cashier to a firra of sugar brokers. His early life was dull, friendless and laborious, but he snatched what time he could for reading, taught himself Greek and English, and had begun to write verses when, in , an extension of the business brought him to Paris.
Acting on the advice of M. Richepin, with whom he had a slight acquaintance, Samain now attempted to escape from intellectual insulation by joining a group of young literary vagabonds who called themseives 'Nous Autres'; and when Salis started his 'Chat Noir,' began to spout verses at that famous night-house.
At last, in , Au Jardin de l'Infante was published. The critics almost unanimously saluted a new poet, a great poet. The scruples of an excessive modesty, and some constitutional inertia, prevented Samain from following up this legitimate success at once ; — and when Aux Flancs du Vase appeared in it was almost overlooked.
He had taken a conspicuous part, too, in founding a literary organ destined to a brilliant career, Le Mercure de France, and contributed both poetry and short stories to its pages. His mother's death at the end of was a blow from which he did not recover ; and a winter in the South only retarded for a few months the progress of a consumption which soon showed itself. A year later, having broken down entirely, he was taken to Lille, his birthplace, to be nursed by his sister, and from Lille to the country house of a friend in the valley of Chevreuse, near Versailles.
It was there that he quietly expired in the summer of A third volume of poetry, Le Chariot d'Or, was published posthumously, and also some stories in prose. He was rich in pity and in fortitude. Le Silence entre nous marche. Urne qu'une main d'ange incline au bord des cieux. Le couchant est d'or rose et la joie emplit l'air, Et la ville, ce soir, chante comme la mer. Douceur des yeux! Maeterlinck's which are now famous. It would seem that he adopted the System of printing verse to look like prose not so much as a test of its genuine quality, as under an illusion that he writes something between the two.
Fort, since they conform to an external rhythm quite independent of typography, are indubitably verse, and verse of remarkable merit. Let it be added that M. In a word it is the verse of a scholar cunning enough to reproduce the very irregularities of that popular poetry in which the French provinces are so rich — but without losing his own real spontaneity. Paul Fort persists in a particular intonation, fresh as the sea-spray and as tender as young grass. Gai, gai, marions-nous, les rubans et les cornettes, gai, gai, marions-nous, et ce joli couple, itou!
Pleurez, les vieux, sur vos livres de messe. Qui sait? Enfin c'est tout, et la cloche est muette. Voici danser les gars et les fillettes. Est-ce l'aube naissante? Je bute dans les herbes, mes yeux s'ouvrent au monde. D'un seul effort j'atteins le haut de la colline.
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Mais ce n'est pas la foudre, ce ne sont pas ses lueurs, je n'entends pas rouler le tonnerre — et j'ai peur! He once edited and indeed composed a poetical magazine called Le Sonnet at Nancy, and lias contributed to a good many young periodicals : but he has kept aloof from the ' schools ' and from the literary quarrels of his time. A subtle and mature technique in his case has discovered new secrets of expression and used them without eccentricity.
For the rest he does not force the emotional note, he thinks and awakens thought, he attains the just epithet without apparent effort, and he uses the strict syllabic verse — riming however exclusively for the ear and very often varying rime with pure assonance. He inclines to a certain diffuseness. It would be unpardonable not to mention his name in speaking of M. Le temps plane sur moi comme un aigle immobile. Que je sois vigilant, bon et simple. Angellier, who was born at Dunkirk and educated at Boulogne and at Louis-le-Grand in Paris, has devoted most of his life, since the great War in which he served as a volunteer, to English scholarsliip.
Apart from a few contributions to periodicals, M. Angellier pub- lished no verse before , when A l'Amie perdue, which has been called a romance in sonnet-form, appeared. Its remarkable technical qualities imply a patient if secret apprenticeship to the craft of verse. The older taste for disserta- tions in verse is associated, by ill fortune, with solemn platitudes and the shameless nudity of tedious abstractions; but in M.
The vogue of a school was little likely, indeed, to tempt his maturity, but his art has unquestionably profited by ail the experiments of a century. Ail M. Angellier's poetry is published by Hachette. Legouis Oxford, The ' oracle of Epidaurus,' — Le. Aesculapius had a temple at Epidaurus in Argolis. By a natural association of ideas the word captivum took the meaning ' poor, weakly, pitiful ' in the mouths of Gaulish provincials.
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This word is a good instance of what is often called contamination or 'crossing. Morgue tranchante, 'peremptory pride. There is no reason for the circumflex. III There was a popular superstition that a little man in red haunted the Tuileries, appearing whenever a sovereign was to be removed. The metrical scheme of each strophe is The origin of the exclamation foin, 'fie!
The Emigration of The little man in red always dresses according to the spirit of the hour. Plus n'y pensais, archaic for je n'y pensais plus ; but the pronoun is still popularly omitted in many instances, e. Bateleurs, 'tumblers,' from the old verb basteler. Grimoire grimaire is a variant of grammaire masculine because it stands for un livre de.
A grammar-book being in Latin was readily confounded with ' black art ' books in the Middle Ages : omne ignotum pro venefico! The form of the first syllable may be accounted for by ' dis- similation,' Le. The r is not fully explained ; but cf. Vide in. The stay-at-home, with his eye fixed on the weather-cock of his parish steeple, is no true philosopher. The origin of carabin, ' saw-bones,' is not known : the termination is common to several cant names for professions — rapin, robin robe , calotin, etc. The natural discontent of Napoleon's old soldiers was exasperated in the first years of the Restoration by the distribution of commissions among the gilded youth whose only recommendation was that their fathers had emigrated.
There is a brilliant passage on the feeling in the army at this time in one of the public letters of Paul-Louis Courier. L'exercice, ' drill. Je lui fends, se. Bousculer, ' to hustle,' is for boute-culer — bouter cul. No less than works of art, among them paintings, were claimed by the Allies and restored to the countries from which they had been taken. Chars, i. It is hardly necessary to say that nothing went, at least directly, to England.
An invocation to Apollo as the inspirer of Homer and champion of the nine Muses his daughters against the Python. Apollo slaying the Python was chosen by Delacroix many years later as the subject for his fine ceiling in the Galerie d'Apollon. That is, the Medicean Venus is forced to follow the fortunes of war.
As it happened, nothing by Correggio nor by Francesco Albani of Bologna was removed from the Louvre. Pujet , or rather Puget,the most celebratedFrench sculptor of Lewis xiv. Lebrun the painter, whose most conspicuous works in the Louvre are a Crucifixion and a Martyrdom of S.
Stephen, was Puget's conte mporary, and by no means to be confounded with Mme. Delavigne's absurd phrase must be understood as an assertion of the obvious truth that David led a reaction against the sophisticated prettiness of Greuze and the roseate frivolity of Boucher. The Villa is, of course, the celebrated retreat of the Emperor Hadrian at Tibur Tivoli , in which the masterpieces of Greek art were accumulated.
IX This poem is nothing else but a sigh. Its originality does not consist the order of the feelings expressed, in the spacious and hazy description, oi in the rhythm or the vocabulary — which are purely traditional — but in the pitch, the vibrating sincerity, the singing quality of the verse. The reader will notice chat several of the rimes are particularly indigent, and several of the epithets supernuous or vague. It is easier to trace the influence of Racine than that of Petrarch in the poem.
An inversion. The luminous density of this line gives it a classical nobility. This might really be Racine. A flat, colourless and pretentious line. XI The scheme of this Ode is the traditional ababccdccd, winch is also a favourite with Hugo. Ainsi : the classical formula for introducing a similitude. Horace, Od.
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Therefore, in effect, he cries : ' You praise our verses, and y et y ou revile the passionate disorder of our lives which they can only reflect! The inconsistency of this last strophe is only apparent. Life is more than the poetry which reflects life and feeds upon it! Tu in 1. Eocher, an intimate friend of the poet's in early life, who rose to distinction in a judicial career.
I dedicated it afterwards to this friend, who himself wrote remarkable verse. But unquestionably the occasion of this Elegy, as well as the manner and the tone, was absolutely personal. The first version which was published after the poet's death by V. He had written originally Beau lac! Bonheur — malheur : not a commendable rime ; it is too facile, too certainly anticipated. But Lamartine's craftsmanship was not exacting. The great choruses of Esther and Athalie certainly influenced him — without making the poem less original — in the composition of the earlier part.
The scheme of the strophe of five syllables is ababbaccdeeeed. XV This is one of the few passages of not prohibitive length which it is possible to detach from the long and singularly unequal story of Jocelyn. It belongs to the interval between the rescue of Laurence and the crisis of the hero's life.
Laurence is still, for Jocelyn, a boy. Flexibles : I suppose a more delicious epithet for streams has never occurred to a poet : the metaphor it carries with it makes us almost expect that arbres shall be particularised by a word evoking a sight of running water. Gracieux destroys the balance, and secures the rime. Beauty draws tears to the eye of the beholder, because it is a ray of light too strong to be endured. L'habitante, se. He was not the Emperor's nephew, and only two men of any rank perished with him. The date was the 15th of August Hernani, v. Byron disparaissait, somptueux et fatal, Et le cor dans les bois sonnait sentimental.
Troubadour, for a minstrel of Charlemagne's time, is a verbal ana- chronism. Housses, our house, housings saddle-cloth , is conjectured to be the Arabie ghushia. This very ancient word for a charger cornes from destre Lat. A squire led his knight's horse with the right hand. Destrier had only two syllables in old poetry. The superb digression on railways is followed in the second part by a more comprehensive protest against the antilyrical spirit, and the degeneracy of poetry, the ' daughter of Saint Orpheus.
Le boulet, that is, the weight attached to a convict's chain. La lettre sociale, the initial with which like our broad arrow society brands the criminal. The Twilight goes to sleep— and yet casts his grey mantle over the banks. Yet the figure is aniinate and persuades us, and this stanza has a singular beauty. Has not the poet confounded the brazen bull of Phalaris with the Moloch worshipped at Carthage and elsewhere under the image of a bull and often propitiated by human sacrifices?
He rarely attained in narrative the free and varied movement winch distinguishes especially the first part of La Mort du Loup, which is full of formai beauties. Nobody knows the origin of this word which is used in the West of France for a sort of heath and a sort of heather. It is at least as old as the twelfth century, and may be Gaulish or pre-Gallic. XIX Byron's fine poem gave Hugo his subject, and no more : Byron's is merely a vivid narrative, Hugo's masterpiece is an elaborate similitude between the material sufferings of Mazeppa's ride and the torments of genius — the nightmare of inspiration.
The two poems can hardly be compared save in respect of movement. Byron's Mazeppa has plenty of movement, but Hugo's unquestionably gives a stronger impression of breathless speed. At this early stage Hugo keeps the consecrated formula, as did Lamartine v. Ouragan, our ' hurricane,' is a Caribbean word. Observe how, in comparing the horse and his rider to a storm, the poet uses the most material word to describe its gathering : s'entasser is more than ' to gather ' tas, a pile, a bundle.
It has an aesthetic value certainly. There is a verb recently formed from it : se cavaler or cavaler, ' to scamper off. See how some worn metaphors are brilliantly revived in this one strophe. Le grand duc, the old name for the eagle owl bubo ignavus. The name was apparently suggested by their tufts or egrets. Orfraie for osfraie, Latin ossifraga, ' bone-breaker ' : our 'osprey. Il est de clairs matins, de roses se coiffant. Douceur des yeux! Bras tendus au ciel!
Grande Nuit! Seule, tu sais calmer les tourments inconnus De ceux que le mentir quotidien torture. Sylvio Lazzari La Chambre blanche lait songer au Kinderscenen de Schumann. On trouve — comme le fait remarquer M. Les larmes sont en nous. Et les larmes aussi pleurent de nous quitter.
Mon enfance, adieu mon enfance. Pas souffert? La Chambre blanche. Botrel est revenu au pays. Dame, oui! Chansons de la Fleur-de-Lys. Il faisait cependant un bien rude tangage! On sombre! Ce serait envoyer vers une mort certaine Cinq hommes pour le moins, cria le capitaine, Et je dois les garder pour le salut commun! Elle en fait-y des malheureux, des malheureuses!
Jamraes, H. Bataille, Ch. Pilon, G. Cazals, etc. Sans doute M. Paul Fort a refondu dans cette nouvelle. Cette fille, elle est morte, est morte dans ses amours. Les dryades craintives se groupent en buissons. Les sylvains, aux coteaux, gagnent les tournants brusques. Leurs cornes ont disparu comme des feux follets. Il tombe! Et les astres bourdonnent sous la ruche des cieux. Roman de Louis XI. Et, en effet, M. Au pays du Bcrry. Les filles filent leurs quenouilles Ou bercent les petits berceaux.
Maeterlinck, de M. Adam, etc. Ses premiers vers parurent en , dans La Conque de M. Pierre Louys. Le Sang parie. Sept heures. Y a-t-il des pardons pour les amours Qui imploreraient un retour? Le Sang parle. Revenu en de Pile Bourbon, M. La nature se tait. Fleurs de Corail. Le Verbe surprit Rome en sa luxure immonde. Pourquoi laisser encor vos muses endormies? Marseille, En Passant. Pourtant vous laissez les jaloux Ravir quelque chose de vous A chaque mot cruel ou doux Que vous leur dites. Je suis triste tout simplement.
Dans la cour une voix ravie Chante un refrain toujours pareil Sur la route toujours suivie. Mon mal est fini comme un drame. Or, M. Silvestro entre autres. Plus tard, M. Il se recueillait. Pour M. A ce moment, M. Septembre Tout est calme. Pierre Rovert. Cachaient leur douceur bleue entre deux brins de jonc. Les Heures de la Muse. Mais qui dira surtout les souvenirs antiques Epars en ce pays?
Les hauts faits, la valeur, les gloires, les reliques De ses illustres fils? Je ne puis me passer de vous. Le son de la Syrinx est doux au soir tranquille. Memphis dormait. O Virgile! En janvier , M. Il chante la vie avec ses joies et ses tristesses. Je sais que la candeur de ses yeux ne ment pas. Comme ils sont exigeants! La Chanson des Hommes.
Cette nuit, je me pendrai A quelque vieux marronnier, Non loin de ta porte. Qui te rendrait jamais une telle tendresse? Jours heureux! La Blafarde , etc. Gabriel Randon fut de retour en France en Il connut alors Albert Samain, qui devint un de ses intimes. Il se lia aussi avec Dubus et Julien Leclercq, tous deux disparus. Cause un peu? Tu dis rien! Mon dieu mon dieu! Dans les derniers vers de M. Les Vierges. Nous nous aimons. Un peu de vent tressaille aux pentes du coteau. Il fait froid. Chaque jour notre corps nous semble plus lointain.
Que de baisers perdus! Tombeau de Jules Tellier, Dans le dernier livre de M. Le Chemin des Saisons. Et le sourire fin de ces Parisiennes! Es-tu morte? Puis le vent meurt avec la voix du muletier. Le soleil, rouge, tombe au bout du long sentier. Claveau, M. Enfin, il indique bien notre point de vue sur le monde, qui est, lui aussi, tout humain. Nous ne sommes ni mystiques ni sceptiques. Je fus un homme. Voir aussi la lettre de M.
Salut, Maison! Assez de ce rire moqueur! Je respire! Et le reste, le reste est vain! Il pleut, Les vitres tintent. Une porte, en battant sans fin, grince une plainte Mineure et monotone. Souffle le vent, batte la porte, Tombe la pluie! Il pleut… — La vie est belle! Je vis, je vais parmi des choses, Bonnes, mauvaises, je ne sais. Je ne sais pas. Rame, etc. Mais M. Filsde M.
Ils seront des citoyens, etc. En , il fonda, avec M. Les Chants de la Vie Ardente. Terre, en vain tu te plains! O jeune homme, entends-la, ma parole nouvelle!