Upon the brink of the wild stream He stood, and dreamt a mighty dream. - Alexander Pushkin

Paissez, bons peuples,
L'appel de l'honneur ne vous réveillera pas.
Les cadeaux de la liberté
Ne sont rien pour des troupeaux.
Ils doivent être abattus ou tondus.

I've lived to see my longings die

I've lived to see my longings die:
My dreams and I have grown apart;
Now only sorrow haunts my eye,
The wages of a bitter heart.

Beneath the storms of hostile fate,
My flowery wreath has faded fast;
I live alone and sadly wait
To see when death will come at last.

Just so, when the winds in winter moan
And snow descends in frigid flakes,
Upon a naked branch, alone,
The final leaf of summer shakes!...

Admittedly, his dinners consisted only of two or three courses, and were prepared by an ex-soldier, but the champagne flowed like water.