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We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
(William Wordsworth)

0202

La parole a des notes d'or;
Le silence est plus doux encor,
Quand les cœurs sont pleins jusqu'au bord.
(Albert Samain)

0203

Look back on time with kindly eyes,
He doubtless did his best;
How softly sinks his trembling sun
In human nature's west!
(Emily Dickinson)

0204

When all the children sleep
She turns as long away
As will suffice to light her lamps;
Then, bending from the sky

With infinite affection
And infiniter care,
Her golden finger on her lip,
Wills silence everywhere. 
(Emily Dickinson)

0206

The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.

A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem. 
(Emily Dickinson)

0207

Chaque fleur s'évapore ainsi qu'un encensoir;
Le violon frémit comme un coeur qu'on afflige;
Valse mélancolique et langoureux vertige!
Le ciel est triste et beau comme un grand reposoir.
(Charles Baudelaire)

0208

Quel temps de chien! - il pleut, il neige;
Les cochers, transis sur leur siège,
Ont le nez bleu.
Par ce vilain soir de décembre,
Qu'il ferait bon garder la chambre,
Devant son feu!
(Théophile Gautier)

0209

Montant et dévalant les escaliers des heures,
Les horloges, avec leurs pas;

Émaux naïfs derrière un verre, emblèmes
Et fleurs d'antan, chiffres et camaïeux,
Lunes des corridors vides et blêmes
Les horloges, avec leurs yeux; …
(Émile Verhaeren)

0210

The brain is wider than the sky,
For, put them side by side,
The one the other will include
With ease, and you beside.
(Emily Dickinson)

0217

I held a jewel in my fingers
And went to sleep.
The day was warm, and winds were prosy;
I said: "'T will keep."

I woke and chid my honest fingers, —
The gem was gone;
And now an amethyst remembrance
Is all I own. 
(Emily Dickinson)

0218

Le bonheur n'est pas dans la gloire,
Dans les fers dorés d'une cour,
Dans les transports de la victoire,
Mais dans la lyre et dans l'amour:
Choisissons une jeune amante,
Un luth qui lui plaise et l'enchante:
Aimons et chantons tour-à-tour.
(Gérard de Nerval)

0219

A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.
(Emily Dickinson)

0220

A thought went up my mind to-day
That I have had before,
But did not finish, — some way back,
I could not fix the year,

Nor where it went, nor why it came
The second time to me,
Nor definitely what it was,
Have I the art to say.

But somewhere in my soul, I know
I 've met the thing before;
It just reminded me — 't was all —
And came my way no more. 
(Emily Dickinson)

0228

O joy! that in our embers
Is something that doth live,
That Nature yet remembers
What was so fugitive!
(William Wordsworth)

0229

Bonjour mon coeur, bonjour ma douce vie.
Bonjour mon oeil, bonjour ma chère amie,
Hé! bonjour ma toute belle,
Ma mignardise, bonjour,
Mes délices, mon amour
(Pierre de Ronsard)

0231

I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there 's a pair of us — don't tell!
They 'd banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog! 
(Emily Dickinson)

0232

Il porte en lui comme un grand cœur sacré
Qui bat, tressaille, exulte ou pleure
Et qu'il disperse, au gré des saisons et des heures,
Vers les bonheurs brandis ou les deuils ignorés.
(Émile Verhaeren)

0235

I'll tell you how the sun rose, —
A ribbon at a time.
The steeples swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.

The hills untied their bonnets,
The bobolinks begun.
Then I said softly to myself,
"That must have been the sun!" 
(Emily Dickinson)