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0330

I hide myself within my flower,
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too —
And angels know the rest.

I hide myself within my flower,
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness. 
(Emily Dickinson)

0333

C'est ainsi: plus on vaut, plus fièrement on aime,
Et qui rêve pour soi la pureté suprême
D'aucun terrestre amour ne daigne emplir son coeur.
(René-François Sully Prudhomme)

0337

Son souffle est fatigué, son haleine timide,
L'herbe se courbe à peine aux pentes du fossé;
Il a touché pourtant le front des pyramides
Et le grand sphinx l'a vu passer.
(Émile Verhaeren)

0339

Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
From moonlit place to place,
The sacred moon overhead
Has taken a new phase.
(William Butler Yeats)

0340

Le bal est enterré. Cavaliers et danseuses,
Sur la tombe du bal, jetez à pleines mains
Vos colliers défilés, vos parures soyeuses,
Vos dahlias flétris et vos pâles jasmins.
(Théophile Gautier)

0341

I bring an unaccustomed wine
To lips long parching, next to mine,
And summon them to drink.
(Emily Dickinson)

0342

I lost a world the other day.
Has anybody found?
You'll know it by the row of stars
Around its forehead bound.

A rich man might not notice it;
Yet to my frugal eye
Of more esteem than ducats.
Oh, find it, sir, for me! 
(Emily Dickinson)

0343

«Illusions! vaines images!
Nous diront les tristes leçons
De ces mortels prétendus sages
Sur qui l'âge étend ses glaçons:
Le bonheur n'est point sur la terre,
Votre amour n'est qu'une chimère,
Votre lyre n'a que des sons.»
(Gérard de Nerval)

0344

I found the phrase to every thought
I ever had, but one;
And that defies me, — as a hand
Did try to chalk the sun
(Emily Dickinson)

0345

To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower 
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand 
And Eternity in an hour.
(William Blake)

0346

Mon doux printemps, ma douce fleur nouvelle,
Mon doux plaisir, ma douce colombelle,
Mon passereau, ma gente tourterelle,
Bonjour, ma douce rebelle.
(Pierre de Ronsard)

0347

Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils
Will pass from change to change,
And that from round to crescent,
From crescent to round they range?
(William Butler Yeats)

0348

Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
Alone, important and wise,
And lifts to the changing moon
His changing eyes.
(William Butler Yeats)

0349

I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling-place
And can return no more.
(John Clare)

0350

Pretty joy!
Sweet joy, but two days old.
Sweet Joy I call thee:
Thou dost smile,
I sing the while;
Sweet joy befall thee!
(William Blake)

0352

Au clos de notre amour, l'été se continue:
Un paon d'or, là-bas, traverse une avenue;
Des pétales pavoisent
- Perles, émeraudes, turquoises -
L'uniforme sommeil des gazons verts
Nos étangs bleus luisent, couverts
Du baiser blanc des nénuphars de neige;
(Emile Verhaeren)

0356

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home
(William Wordsworth)

0360

Vous m'avez dit, tel soir, des paroles si belles
Que sans doute les fleurs, qui se penchaient vers nous,
Soudain nous ont aimés et que l'une d'entre elles,
Pour nous toucher tous deux, tomba sur nos genoux.
(Emile Verhaeren)