L'épi naissant mûrit de la faux respecté. Sans crainte du pressoir, le pampre tout l'été Boit les doux présents de l'aurore.
Allumons nos flambeaux à leurs feux poétiques ; Sur des pensers nouveaux faisons des vers antiques.
Mourir sans vider mon carquois ! Sans percer, sans fouler, sans pétrir dans leur fange Ces bourreaux barbouilleurs de lois.
Mourir sans vider mon carquois ! Sans percer, sans fouler, sans pétrir dans leur fange Ces bourreaux barbouilleurs de lois.
Le moment d'être sage est voisin du tombeau.
Le moment d'être sage est voisin du tombeau.
Pleurez, doux Alcyons ! ô vous, oiseaux sacrés, Oiseaux chers à Thétys, doux Alcyons, pleurez ! Elle a vécu, Myrto, la jeune Tarentine !
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