Quand on est jeune, on a des matins triomphants.
Le nom grandit quand l'homme tombe.
Nous avons tous les deux au front une couronne Où nul ne doit lever de regards insolents, Vous, de fleurs de lys d'or, et moi, de cheveux blancs.
L'âme française est plus forte que l'esprit français, et Voltaire se brise à Jeanne d'Arc.
La continuité des grands spectacles nous fait sublimes ou stupides. Sur les Alpes on est aigle ou crétin.
Ô République universelle Tu n'es encor que l'étincelle, Demain tu seras le soleil.
C'est ici le combat du jour et de la nuit.
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