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But where are the snows of last year? That was the greatest
concern of Villon, the Parisian poet.
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But where are the snows of last year? That was the greatest
concern of Villon, the Parisian poet.
[Fr., Mais ou sont les neiges d'antan? C'estoit le plus grand
soucy qu'eust Villon, le poete parisien.]
Where's the snow
That fell the year that's fled--where's the snow?
Where's the snow
That fell the year that's fled--where's the snow?
O that I were a mockery king of snow,
Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke
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O that I were a mockery king of snow,
Standing before the sun of Bolingbroke
To melt myself away in water drops!
The plastic virtues: purity, unity, and truth, keep nature in subjection.
The plastic virtues: purity, unity, and truth, keep nature in subjection.
Unto the pure all things are pure.
Unto the pure all things are pure.
The undressed is vulgar - the nude is pure
The undressed is vulgar - the nude is pure
If but a dozen French
Were there in arms, they would be as a call
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If but a dozen French
Were there in arms, they would be as a call
To train ten thousand English to their side,
Or as a little snow, tumbled about,
Anon becomes a mountain.
Mud-pies gratify one of our first and best instincts. So long as we are dirty, we are pure.
Mud-pies gratify one of our first and best instincts. So long as we are dirty, we are pure.
