Allons enfants de la Patrie,Le jour de gloire est arrivé!Contre nous de la tyrannie,L’étendard sanglant est levé,Entendez-vous dans les campagnesMugir ces féroces soldats?Ils viennent jusque dans vos brasÉgorger vos fils, vos compagnes!
Aux armes, citoyens,Formez vos bataillons,Marchons, marchons!Qu’un sang impurAbreuve nos sillons!
Français, en guerriers magnanimes,Portez ou retenez vos coups!Épargnez ces tristes victimes,À regret s’armant contre nous.
Mais ces despotes sanguinaires,Mais ces complices de Bouillé,Tous ces tigres qui, sans pitié,Déchirent le sein de leur mère!
Amour sacré de la Patrie,Conduis, soutiens nos bras vengeursLiberté, Liberté chérie,Combats avec tes défenseurs!
Sous nos drapeaux que la victoireAccoure à tes mâles accents,Que tes ennemis expirantsVoient ton triomphe et notre gloire!
A somewhat enlarged image can be found here, along with a very short description, or at the only work, by this artist, so far, to appear in Mr. Melcher’s blog (yesterday).Isidore-Alexandre-Augustin Pils’s Rouget de L’Isle Singing La Marseillaise (for the first time, links have Wikipedia pages, leftwingpatriot’s comment has some of the lyrics) is shown with a thumbnail image, and described, by a current-location French history page (Google translated, Bing translated).Another description can be found here. The artist’s Wikipedia page (Google translated French Wikipedia page has more) and collection (currently has 3 cropped images of this work, plus a preliminary sketch) .First work, by this artist, to appear here.
BE THIS GUY over 8 years ago
Allons enfants de la Patrie,Le jour de gloire est arrivé!Contre nous de la tyrannie,L’étendard sanglant est levé,Entendez-vous dans les campagnesMugir ces féroces soldats?Ils viennent jusque dans vos brasÉgorger vos fils, vos compagnes!
Aux armes, citoyens,Formez vos bataillons,Marchons, marchons!Qu’un sang impurAbreuve nos sillons!
Français, en guerriers magnanimes,Portez ou retenez vos coups!Épargnez ces tristes victimes,À regret s’armant contre nous.
Mais ces despotes sanguinaires,Mais ces complices de Bouillé,Tous ces tigres qui, sans pitié,Déchirent le sein de leur mère!
Amour sacré de la Patrie,Conduis, soutiens nos bras vengeursLiberté, Liberté chérie,Combats avec tes défenseurs!
Sous nos drapeaux que la victoireAccoure à tes mâles accents,Que tes ennemis expirantsVoient ton triomphe et notre gloire!
Bilan over 8 years ago
The bad singing that was the real cause of the Hamilton-Burr feud.
J Short over 8 years ago
Telling how he caught the ball just before it went over the left field fence.
Knightman Premium Member over 8 years ago
I will sing my rendition of “I Am a Little Teapot!”
Snoopy_Fan over 8 years ago
“Fine, fine… Now let’s hear the duet… Calm down, Mr. Hamilton… I said ‘duet,’ not ‘duel.’”
Linguist over 8 years ago
An original audition for The Voice , Season I
Al Nala over 8 years ago
“My heart belongs to …now, who was it?”
gcarlson over 8 years ago
(Napoleon hears music coming in through the window) The Mayonnaise! The army must be dressing! – Groucho Marx in “I’ll Say She Is”
mabrndt Premium Member over 8 years ago
A somewhat enlarged image can be found here, along with a very short description, or at the only work, by this artist, so far, to appear in Mr. Melcher’s blog (yesterday).Isidore-Alexandre-Augustin Pils’s Rouget de L’Isle Singing La Marseillaise (for the first time, links have Wikipedia pages, leftwingpatriot’s comment has some of the lyrics) is shown with a thumbnail image, and described, by a current-location French history page (Google translated, Bing translated).Another description can be found here. The artist’s Wikipedia page (Google translated French Wikipedia page has more) and collection (currently has 3 cropped images of this work, plus a preliminary sketch) .First work, by this artist, to appear here.