2012, ISBN: 1236829107

[EAN: 9781236829108], Neubuch, [PU: RareBooksClub], ALFRED DE MUSSET,WORLD, This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 76 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.2in.This historic book may… More...

[EAN: 9781236829108], Neubuch, [PU: RareBooksClub], ALFRED DE MUSSET,WORLD, This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 76 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.2in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 2012-03-06 edition. Excerpt: . . . ters hand. Indeed, though loving not, if one is bold, I-Ie pleases them. So dear is courage then, They love a war to get a conqueror. Believe me, I have known them variable. They say no two leaves ever are alike, Or two hearts made the same; Ill promise you That, in seducing one, the worlds seduced. One has flat feet, the other a plump leg, But, for the genus, it will never change. Say, have you seen an English steeplechase They take four thoroughbreds, by riders driven; The course is shown them, and theyre told to go! The thing is to arrive, no matter how, Whether in ravine, or on a beaten track. This one will win, should he not meet a stream, The other wins if hell not break his neck. Love, Silvio, is but a test of strength; You have to reach the goal, which is the woman. Of torrent have a care, beware of rock; Do what you will, the goals immovable. But know youre taking all your pains for naught, If you but keep your place and cry aloud, I love thee, goal! Come to me, or I die. Silvio. I feel the truth of this your parable, But, if I have no skill by words to win, What could I do of worth, when action comes The real world for me a fiction is Like to a mandolin on cushion laid, That some one has forgotten; so am I: It holds within a language thats divine, But if the master sleeps, who hears its spell Laertes. Therefore do you attend to what I say: A husband, if received from fathers hand, Is, for a tender maid, but sorry fare; Then is the wedding-ring a gilded snake. Tis in the summer nights, on ladder thin, A sword within his hand, in mantle dressed, A maiden of fifteen dreams of her love. She sees a hero ere she sees the man. A fathers. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN.<

2013, ISBN: 1236829107

[EAN: 9781236829108], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Language: English Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing… More...

[EAN: 9781236829108], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Language: English Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 2012-03-06 edition. Excerpt: .ter s hand. Indeed, though loving not, if one is bold, I-Ie pleases them. So dear is courage then, They love a war to get a conqueror. Believe me, I have known them variable. They say no two leaves ever are alike, Or two hearts made the same; I ll promise you That, in seducing one, the world s seduced. One has flat feet, the other a plump leg, But, for the genus, it will never change. Say, have you seen an English steeplechase? They take four thoroughbreds, by riders driven; The course is shown them, and they re told to go! The thing is to arrive, no matter how, Whether in ravine, or on a beaten track. This one will win, should he not meet a stream, The other wins if he ll not break his neck. Love, Silvio, is but a test of strength; You have to reach the goal, which is the woman. Of torrent have a care, beware of rock; Do what you will, the goal s immovable. But know you re taking all your pains for naught, If you but keep your place and cry aloud, I love thee, goal! Come to me, or I die. Silvio. I feel the truth of this your parable, But, if I have no skill by words to win, What could I do of worth, when action comes? The real world for me a fiction is Like to a mandolin on cushion laid, That some one has forgotten; so am I: It holds within a language that s divine, But if the master sleeps, who hears its spell? Laertes. Therefore do you attend to what I say: A husband, if received from father s hand, Is, for a tender maid, but sorry fare; Then is the wedding-ring a gilded snake. Tis in the summer nights, on ladder thin, A sword within his hand, in mantle dressed, A maiden of fifteen dreams of her love. She sees a hero ere she sees the man. A father s.<

2013, ISBN: 1236829107

[EAN: 9781236829108], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Language: English Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing … More...

[EAN: 9781236829108], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Language: English Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 2012-03-06 edition. Excerpt: .ter s hand. Indeed, though loving not, if one is bold, I-Ie pleases them. So dear is courage then, They love a war to get a conqueror. Believe me, I have known them variable. They say no two leaves ever are alike, Or two hearts made the same; I ll promise you That, in seducing one, the world s seduced. One has flat feet, the other a plump leg, But, for the genus, it will never change. Say, have you seen an English steeplechase? They take four thoroughbreds, by riders driven; The course is shown them, and they re told to go! The thing is to arrive, no matter how, Whether in ravine, or on a beaten track. This one will win, should he not meet a stream, The other wins if he ll not break his neck. Love, Silvio, is but a test of strength; You have to reach the goal, which is the woman. Of torrent have a care, beware of rock; Do what you will, the goal s immovable. But know you re taking all your pains for naught, If you but keep your place and cry aloud, I love thee, goal! Come to me, or I die. Silvio. I feel the truth of this your parable, But, if I have no skill by words to win, What could I do of worth, when action comes? The real world for me a fiction is Like to a mandolin on cushion laid, That some one has forgotten; so am I: It holds within a language that s divine, But if the master sleeps, who hears its spell? Laertes. Therefore do you attend to what I say: A husband, if received from father s hand, Is, for a tender maid, but sorry fare; Then is the wedding-ring a gilded snake. Tis in the summer nights, on ladder thin, A sword within his hand, in mantle dressed, A maiden of fifteen dreams of her love. She sees a hero ere she sees the man. A father s.<