by
François Marie Arouet (1694 - 1778), as Voltaire
Souvent un air de vérité
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Language: French (Français)
Souvent un air de vérité
Se mêle au plus grossier mensonge.
Une nuit dans l'erreur d'un songe,
Au rang des rois j'étais monté.
Je vous aimais alors et j'osais vous le dire.
Les dieux à mon réveil ne m'ont pas tout ôté :
Je n'ai perdu que mon empire.
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- by François Marie Arouet (1694 - 1778), as Voltaire, "Songe de M. de Voltaire à la princesse royale de Prusse au mois de septembre 1743 lorsqu'il était à Berlin"
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Language: English  after the French (Français)
Often an air of truth
can be found in the crudest lie.
Last night in a deluded dream
I had risen to the rank of kings.
At that time I loved you and dared to tell you so.
When I woke, the gods didn't take it all away:
I lost only my kingdom.
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- a text in French (Français) by François Marie Arouet (1694 - 1778), as Voltaire, "Songe de M. de Voltaire à la princesse royale de Prusse au mois de septembre 1743 lorsqu'il était à Berlin"
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This text was added to the website: 2017-08-11
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Word count: 53