Seigneur, votre droite est terrible !
Ami est quelquefois un mot vide de sens, ennemi, jamais.
Oh ! quel farouche bruit font dans le crépuscule Les chênes qu'on abat pour le bûcher d'Hercule !
Une tempête sous un crâne.
Madame, sous vos pieds, dans l'ombre, un homme est là Qui vous aime, perdu dans la nuit qui le voile, Qui souffre, ver de terre amoureux d'une étoile.
Sonnez, sonnez toujours, clairons de la pensée.
Le mal est un mulet ; il est opiniâtre et stérile.
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