. Ballads. s and sparkling eyes:Behold, how roguishly she pins her shawl Across the narrow casement, curtain-wise;Now by the bed her petticoat glides down, And when did woman look the Avorse in have heard since who paid for many a gown, In the brave days when I was twenty-one. One jolly evening, when my friends and I Made happy music Avith our songs and cheers,A shout of triumph mounted up thus high. And distant cannon opened on om* ears;We rise, we join in the triumphant strain, Napoleon conquers, Austerlitz is won;Tyrants shall never tread lis down again. In the brave days when T was
. Ballads. s and sparkling eyes:Behold, how roguishly she pins her shawl Across the narrow casement, curtain-wise;Now by the bed her petticoat glides down, And when did woman look the Avorse in have heard since who paid for many a gown, In the brave days when I was twenty-one. One jolly evening, when my friends and I Made happy music Avith our songs and cheers,A shout of triumph mounted up thus high. And distant cannon opened on om* ears;We rise, we join in the triumphant strain, Napoleon conquers, Austerlitz is won;Tyrants shall never tread lis down again. In the brave days when T was twenty-one. 210 •nil; GAURET. Let us bop^ono, [ho. plaoo is sad and strange, How f;ir, far oil, tlicso liiippy times appear;All (liat I liav(! to live I W gladly change For one sucli month as I Iiavc wasted here,To draw long dreams of beauty, love, and power, From founts of hojie that never will drink all lifes quintessence in an hour. Give me the days when I was twenty-one! ROGER-BONTEMPS. 241. ROGER-BONTEMPS. Aux gens atrabilairesPour exemple un temps de miseresRoger-Bontemjis est ohscur a sa guise,Narguer Ics mecontens;Eh gai! cest la deviseDu gios Roger-Bontemps. 242 ROGER-BONTEMPS. Du chapoau de son jxreCoiffe dans les grands jours,De roses ou do lioiTeLo rajeunir toiijoiirs;Mettre un manteau de biire,Vieil ami de vingt ans;Eh gai! cest la parnreDu gros Roger-Bontemps. Posseder dans sa hutteUne table, un vieux lit,Des cartes, une flute,Un broc que Dien remplit;Un portrait de niaitresse,Un coffre et rien dedans;Eh gai! cest la richesseDu gros Roger-Bontemps. Aux enfans de la villeMontrer de petits jeux;Etre fesseur lialiileDe contes gi-aveleux;Ne parler que de danseEt dalmanachs chantans:Eh gai! cest la scienceDu gros Roger-Bontemps. ROGER-BOXTEMPS. 243 Finite de vins delite,Sabler ceux dii canton:Preferer MargueriteAux dames du gi-and ton :De joie et de tendresseRemplir tons ses instans:Eh gai! cest le sagesseDu gros Roger-Bonteraps. Dire an
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