Voici le rendez-vous des Enfants sans souci,
Que pour me divertir quelquefois je fréquente.
Le maître a bien raison de se nommer La Plante
Car il gagne son bien par une plante aussi.

Vous y voyez Bilot, pâle morne et transi,
Vomir par les naseaux une vapeur errante ;
Vous y voyez Sallard chatouiller la servante
Qui rit du bout du nez en portrait raccourci.

Que ce borgne a bien plus Fortune pour amie
Qu'un de ces curieux qui, soufflant l'alchimie,
De sage devient fol, et de riche indigent !

Celui-là sent enfin sa vigueur consumée,
Et voit tout son argent se réduire en fumée ;
Mais lui, de la fumée il tire de l'argent.


About Marc- Antoine Girard


Antoine Girard, sieur de Saint-Amant (September 30, 1594 – December 29, 1661), French poet, was born near Rouen. His father was a merchant who had, according to his son's account, been a sailor and had commanded for 22 years "une escadre de la reine Elizabeth"--a vague statement that lacks confirmation. The son obtained a patent of nobility, and attached himself to different great noblemen—the duc de Retz and the comte d'Harcourt among others. He saw military service and sojourned at different times in Italy, in England--a sojourn which provoked from him a violent poetical attack on the country, Albion (1643)--in... Read more...

Poet of the day

George Essex Evans was an Australian poet.

Biography

Evans was born in London on 18 June 1863. Both his parents were Welsh. Evans's father, John Evans, Q.C., died in 1864 when Evans was only a few months old. John Evans, who was the Treasurer of the Inner Temple and a...
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Poem of the day


In o'er-strict calyx lingering,
Lay music's bud too long unblown,
Till thou, Beethoven, breathed the spring:
Then bloomed the perfect rose of tone.

O Psalmist of the weak, the strong,
O Troubadour of love and strife,
Co-Litanist of right and wrong,
Sole Hymner of...
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