1822.<\/p>\n
Donc reconnoissez-vous au fond de vos ab\u00eemes
\nCe voyageur pensif,
\nAu c\u0153ur triste, aux cheveux blanchis comme vos cimes,
\nAu pas lent et tardif ?<\/p>\n
Jadis de ce vieux bois, o\u00f9 fuit une eau limpide,
\nJe sondois l\u2019\u00e9paisseur.
\nHardi comme un aiglon, comme un chevreuil rapide,
\nEt gai comme un chasseur.<\/p>\n
Alpes, vous n\u2019avez point subi mes destin\u00e9es !
\nLe temps ne vous peut rien ;
\nVos fronts l\u00e9g\u00e8rement ont port\u00e9 les ann\u00e9es
\nQui p\u00e8sent sur le mien.<\/p>\n
Pour la premi\u00e8re fois, quand, rempli d\u2019esp\u00e9rance,
\nJe franchis vos remparts.
\nAinsi que l\u2019horizon, un avenir immense
\nS\u2019ouvroit \u00e0 mes regards.<\/p>\n
L\u2019Italie \u00e0 mes pieds, et devant moi le monde,
\nQuel champ pour mes d\u00e9sirs !
\nJe volai, j\u2019\u00e9voquai cette Rome f\u00e9conde
\nEn puissants souvenirs.<\/p>\n
Du Tasse une autre fois je revis la patrie :
\nImitant Godefroi,
\nChr\u00e9tien et chevalier, j\u2019allois vers la Syrie
\nPlein d\u2019ardeur et de foi.
\nIls ne sont plus ces jours que point mon c\u0153ur n\u2019oublie,
\nEt ce c\u0153ur aujourd\u2019hui
\nSous le brillant soleil de la belle Italie
\nNe sent plus que l\u2019ennui.<\/p>\n
Pompeux ambassadeurs que la faveur caresse,
\nMinistres, valez-vous
\nLes obscurs compagnons de ma vive jeunesse
\nEt mes plaisirs si doux ?<\/p>\n
Vos noms aux bords riants que l\u2019Adige d\u00e9core
\nDu temps seront vaincus,
\nQue Catulle et Lesbie enchanteront encore
\nLes flots du B\u00e9nacus.<\/p>\n
Politiques, guerriers, vous qui pr\u00e9tendez vivre
\nDans la post\u00e9rit\u00e9,
\nJ\u2019y consens : mais on peut arriver sans vous suivre,
\n\u00c0 l\u2019immortalit\u00e9.<\/p>\n
J\u2019ai vu ces fiers sentiers trac\u00e9s par la Victoire,
\nAu milieu des frimas.
\nCes rochers du Simplon que le bras de la Gloire
\nFendit pour nos soldats :<\/p>\n
Ouvrage d\u2019un g\u00e9ant, monument du g\u00e9nie,
\nSerez-vous plus connus
\nQue la roche o\u00f9 Saint-Preux contoit \u00e0 Meillerie
\nLes tourments de V\u00e9nus ?<\/p>\n
Je vous peignis aussi, chim\u00e8re enchanteresse.
\nFictions des amours !
\nAux tristes v\u00e9rit\u00e9s le temps, qui fuit sans cesse,
\nLivre \u00e0 pr\u00e9sent mes jours.<\/p>\n
L\u2019histoire et le roman font deux parts de la vie,
\nQui si t\u00f4t se ternit :
\nLe roman la commence, et lorsqu\u2019elle est fl\u00e9trie
\nL\u2019histoire la finit.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"parent":0,"template":"","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"default","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"default","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"set","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}}},"annee":[188],"poems-book":[552],"poemes-theme":[950,382],"poete":[560],"class_list":["post-12198","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-188","poems-book-poesies-diverses-chateaubriand","poemes-theme-lieu","poemes-theme-nostalgie","poete-francois-rene-de-chateaubriand"],"yoast_head":"\n