“Non, je ne puis vivre avec un cœur brise. Il faut que je retrouve
la joie, et que je m’unisse aux esprits libres de l’air.”
“Bride of Messina.” Translated by Madame de Stael.
“Let not my child be a girl, for very sad is the life of a woman.”
“The Prairie.”
Down a broad river of the western wilds,
Piercing thick forest-glooms, a light canoe
Swept with the current: fearful was the speed
Of the frail bark, as by a tempest’s wing
Borne leaf-like on to where the mist of spray