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The daffodils et les autres printanières.
| 20 mars : le printemps est là.The daffodils et les autres printanières. |
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| Ceux qui ont étudiél'anglais dans le P et M Carpentier-Fialip se souviennent peut-être de ce poème. J'avoue qu'on ne l'oublie pas si facilement. maintenant il serait intéressant de trouver un tableau des impressionnistes anglais conscré à cette fleur. |
I WANDER'D lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretch'd in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay,In such a jocund company: I gazed -- and gazed -- but little thoughtWhat wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.
By William Wordsworth (1770-1850).
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Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. |
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Le pêcher lui aussi fleurit. |
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Une belle "brèque"
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