{"id":6085,"date":"2017-07-23T20:29:25","date_gmt":"2017-07-24T00:29:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/?page_id=6085"},"modified":"2018-05-07T16:45:02","modified_gmt":"2018-05-07T20:45:02","slug":"amable-tastu-reverie","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/tastu\/works-10\/amable-tastu-reverie\/","title":{"rendered":"Amable Tastu : R\u00eaverie"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"poem\" align=\"center\">\n<p class=\"volume-name\" style=\"text-align: center\"><em>Po\u00e9sies<\/em> (1827)<\/p>\n<h4 class=\"poem-title\" style=\"text-align: center\">R\u00eaverie<\/h4>\n<div id=\"center_block\">\n<div class=\"epigraph\">&#8216;Tis night !&#8230;<br \/>\nThe soul forgets her schemes of home and pride,<br \/>\nAnd flies unconscious o&#8217;er each backward year.<br \/>\n<span class=\"epigraph-author\">Byron<\/span><br \/>\nIl est nuit !&#8230; C&#8217;est l&#8217;heure o\u00f9 l&#8217;\u00e2me oublie ses projets<br \/>\nd&#8217;esp\u00e9rance et d&#8217;orgueil, et plane presqu&#8217;\u00e0 son insu sur les ann\u00e9es pass\u00e9es.<\/div>\n<p>Alors que sur les monts l&#8217;ombre s&#8217;est abaiss\u00e9e,<br \/>\nDes jours qui ne sont plus s&#8217;\u00e9veille la pens\u00e9e,<br \/>\nLe temps fuit plus rapide, il entra\u00eene sans bruit<br \/>\nLe cort\u00e8ge l\u00e9ger des heures de la nuit.<br \/>\nUn songe consolant rend au c\u0153ur solitaire<br \/>\nTous les biens qui jadis l&#8217;attachaient \u00e0 la terre,<br \/>\nSes premiers sentimens et ses premiers amis,<br \/>\nEt les jours de bonheur qui lui furent promis.<br \/>\nCalme d&#8217;un \u00e2ge heureux, pure et sainte ignorance,<br \/>\nAmiti\u00e9 si puissante, et toi, belle esp\u00e9rance,<br \/>\nDoux tr\u00e9sors qui jamais ne me seront rendus,<br \/>\nAh ! peut-on vivre encore et vous avoir perdus !\n<\/p><\/div>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/tastu\/works-10\/poesies-1826\/\">Retour \u00e0 la table des mati\u00e8res<\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Po\u00e9sies (1827) R\u00eaverie &#8216;Tis night !&#8230; The soul forgets her schemes of home and pride, And flies unconscious o&#8217;er each backward year. Byron Il est nuit !&#8230; C&#8217;est l&#8217;heure o\u00f9 l&#8217;\u00e2me oublie ses projets d&#8217;esp\u00e9rance et d&#8217;orgueil, et plane presqu&#8217;\u00e0&#8230; <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/tastu\/works-10\/amable-tastu-reverie\/\">Continue Reading &rarr;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":6934,"featured_media":0,"parent":543,"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\/6085"}],"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\/6934"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6085"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/6085\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":8046,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/6085\/revisions\/8046"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/543"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/web.colby.edu\/poetes\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6085"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}