{"id":369,"date":"2016-04-06T17:03:05","date_gmt":"2016-04-06T17:03:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/colbysites.org\/womenpoets\/lion\/"},"modified":"2021-04-07T18:37:15","modified_gmt":"2021-04-07T22:37:15","slug":"lion","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/siefert\/works-9\/lion\/","title":{"rendered":"Louisa Siefert : Le lion"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"poem\" align=\"center\">\n<p class=\"volume-name\" style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Rayons perdus<\/em> (1869)<\/p>\n<h4 class=\"poem-title\" style=\"text-align: center;\">LE LION<\/h4>\n<div id=\"center_block\">\n<div class=\"epigraph\" style=\"text-align: right;\">Suy un lyon qui ne mord point,<br \/>\nSinon quand l&#8217;ennemi me poingt.<br \/>\n<span class=\"epigraph-author\">Devise.<\/span><\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">Les fleuves au midi roulent de larges flots.<br \/>\nEntre eux le grand lion dort, cachant ses yeux clos<br \/>\nSous sa rousse crini\u00e8re \u00e9parse. De la plaine<br \/>\nOn voit monter au ciel sa chaude &amp; blanche haleine,<br \/>\nComme un soupir gonfl\u00e9 de haine &amp; de d\u00e9dain,<br \/>\nEt l&#8217;on entend le bruit qu&#8217;il fait, lorsque soudain<br \/>\nIl \u00e9tend sur le sol sa patte monstrueuse.<br \/>\nL&#8217;orage gronde sourd dans sa poitrine creuse,<br \/>\nCar son sommeil est plein de r\u00eaves \u2014 Parlez bas !<br \/>\nO vous, qui le bravez quand il est triste &amp; las,<br \/>\nEt qui l&#8217;emmuselez d&#8217;une cha\u00eene insolente ;<br \/>\nSa patience est grande &amp; sa vengeance lente :<br \/>\nIl dort ; mais il pourrait se r\u00e9veiller enfin.<br \/>\nVoici longtemps qu&#8217;il souffre, &amp; ses petits ont faim !<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">18\u2026<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/siefert\/works-9\/rayonsperduspage\/\">Retour \u00e0 la table des mati\u00e8res<\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Rayons perdus (1869) LE LION Suy un lyon qui ne mord point, Sinon quand l&#8217;ennemi me poingt. Devise. Les fleuves au midi roulent de larges flots. Entre eux le grand lion dort, cachant ses yeux clos Sous sa rousse crini\u00e8re&#8230; <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/siefert\/works-9\/lion\/\">Continue Reading &rarr;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":14,"featured_media":0,"parent":391,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"template-fullwidth.php","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/369"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/14"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=369"}],"version-history":[{"count":15,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/369\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8335,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/369\/revisions\/8335"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/391"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=369"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}