Frédéric Mistral - Poet and Leader in Provence by Charles Alfred Downer
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Se trufa d'éli, car an quicon de sacra!"
And none dares mock them, for they have in them something sacred. The fisherman makes many attempts to find her again, and at last succeeds. She haughtily dismisses his suit. "Vai, noun sies proun famous, ni proun fort, ni proun fin." Go, thou art not famous enough, nor strong enough, nor fine enough. He realizes her great superiority, and, after a time of deep discouragement, rouses himself and sets about to deserve and win her by deeds of daring, by making a great name for himself. His first idea is to seek wealth, so he builds a great boat and captures twelve hundred tunny fish. The fishing scenes are depicted with all the glow of fancy and brilliant word-painting for which Mistral is so remarkable. Calendau is now rich, and brings jewels to his lady. She haughtily refuses them, and the fisherman throws them away. "--Eh! bèn, ié fau, d'abord, ingrato, Que toun cor dur ansin me trato E que de mi presènt noun t'enchau mai qu' acò, Vagon au Diable!--E li bandisse Pataflòu! dins lou precepice."... "Well," said I to her, "since, ungrateful woman, thy hard heart treats me thus, and thou carest no more about my presents than that, let them go to the devil!" and I hurled them, _pataflòu_, |
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