It is a tune for which I give, all Rossini, Mozart and all while Weber.
A look very old, languid and mournful
which for me only has secret charms!
Now, whenever I come to hear from two hundred
years rejuvenates my soul ... It was under Louis
thirteen, and I think I see a green hill
extend, the yellow layer;
Then a house of brick with stone corners,
For windows tinted reddish color
Surrounded by great parks with a river
Bathed his feet, which flows between the flowers;
Then a lady in her high window,
Blonde with black eyes, his clothes old
That in another existence perhaps I
already seen ... and I remember!
Gerard de Nerval, Rhythms and lyrical little ode , 1852.
Ill. William Morris Yseult (also sometimes called Table Queen Guinevere )
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