71

Meeting and who got drunk,
St. Marceau, your emblem,
He said, his fist at the pale man
- Ah! Toulet pig.

72

We said already seeing Siegfried ugly:
"Why he looks stupid?" - Eh! Jove is that it is!

73

In a secret dancing where women are out
I saw - there is no need to go to China,
I saw a Boche dance with Osnobitchine:
Ah, strange people, Munich! and what scenery!

74

- I declare, said Medea, Athens and Rafette,
No, this is not Douris is Toulet that made me.

75

We loved each other once - but there seems little.
Las finally obey the stick ânier,
He attacks me aujourd'huy. Malbrouc Goes to War
In ... a basket.

76

Written on the urn: "One evening, and naked after the party,
Such Douris made me and you, Paul John, defeat. "

77

April, sometimes to the west sooty,
Such as an electric rays, the sun appears;
While the east where crying a little rain
Azure opens the towel zephyr eyes.

78

Lilith, I remember it, and the expected time
Remained, like a drop in the tower suspended.

79

Sandman, at a time when Floryse falls asleep
Take your flight in silence, and hanging close to her,
Throw in those eyes where unbeliever flame burns,
These leaf color eyes, a little gold dust.

80

Our love is dying ... like a bonfire,
We see beneath the ashes a brand that glows.

81

Do not tell me: "And our love when she dies?"
No, do not tell me: "In my last days
What is this "There is nothing that is immortal?:
The sky over us, nor for the rose gardener.

82

You who cry love, ah, do not fear your tears!
It is only pain, you delighted his arms.

83

Around the corner, death made me a sign.
I think a garden of purple, deserted.
Wind turned the sheet, and the feathers of a swan.
Winter is you come, hunt the beauty?

84

Here the winter. But spring green petticoat
He encor flourish? My heart, here in the winter.

85

The winter under frost still has its pleasures:
These scattered diamonds is like another Flore.
Thus love is no longer a helpless heart
Qu'ebouissant lying and glossy prestige.