This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1877* Excerpt: ...grandes Verites.) Ar.mand Charlemagne. Rothers, 't is a happy age, This good age in which we live; To his views the fearless sage Now the freest scope may give. Bolder than Philoxenus, Down the veil of truth I tear; While my verse I warble thus, Friends, my revelations hear. Light sometimes from candles comes; Water ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1877* Excerpt: ...grandes Verites.) Ar.mand Charlemagne. Rothers, 't is a happy age, This good age in which we live; To his views the fearless sage Now the freest scope may give. Bolder than Philoxenus, Down the veil of truth I tear; While my verse I warble thus, Friends, my revelations hear. Light sometimes from candles comes; Water serves our thirst to slake; Nipping cold our fingers numbs; In good beds sweet rest we take. Grapes are gathered in September; June is mostly very hot; When I am within my chamber, Then elsewhere be sure I 'm not. Nought more cold than ice we know; Without salt we cannot pickle; Human pleasures come and go, Mortals all must feel Time's sickle. Not the Danube is the Oise, Neither is the day the night; While the high-road to Pontoise To Pantin won't lead you right. Many a rascal lives at ease; Shirts are mostly made with sleeves; If in summer you fell trees, Every one can pick up leaves. Those who every falsehood swallow Some discrimination lack; Dancers should the figure follow; Crabs advance by going back. Bread with everything we eat, Even with the choicest dish; Pheasants are a greater treat Than a bit of smoke-dried fish. Vinegar won't catch a fly; And those barbers, big with hope, Who to whiten niggers try, Only throw away their soap. When to shave ourselves we want, We ne'er take a common broom; In your garden rhubarb plant, And you 'll find no turnips come. That old famous horse of Troy Was not given much to drinking; Every ass don't find employ With the miller, to my thinking. Fools but sorry numskulls are; He who's wise more wit commands; From the head the feet are far, On the neck the former stands. Drunkenness we get from drink; For the sauce the fish we prize; Every loaf weighs more, I think, Than another half the size. Romulus built...
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PLEASE NOTE, WE DO NOT SHIP TO DENMARK. New Book. Shipped from UK in 4 to 14 days. Established seller since 2000. Please note we cannot offer an expedited shipping service from the UK.
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Fair. Acceptable-This is a significantly damaged book. It should be considered a reading copy only. Please order this book only if you are interested in the content and not the condition. May be ex-library. Oversized.
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Good. No pub date issued but former owner's name inside with date of 1899. Moderate wear to spine and edges. Binding is slightly loose. Pages age toned. Light soiling to front and back covers.
