Pierre Jean de Beranger
Pierre Jean de Beranger
Pierre-Jean de Bérangerwas a prolific French poet and chansonnier, who enjoyed great popularity and influence in France during his lifetime, but faded into obscurity in the decades following his death. He has been described as "the most popular French songwriter of all time" and "the first superstar of French popular music"...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionMusician
Date of Birth19 August 1780
CountryFrance
children pain fall
Old age doth in sharp pains abound; We are belabored by the gout, Our blindness is a dark profound, Our deafness each one laughs about. Then reason's light with falling ray Doth but a trembling flicker cast. Honor to age, ye children pay! Alas! my fifty years are past!
certainly decide difference enemies
It is better to decide a difference between enemies than friends, for one of our friends will certainly become an enemy and one of our enemies a friend.
men ideas differences
What divides men is less a difference in ideas than a likeness in pretensions.
enemy
Our friends, the enemy.
kindness heart paradise
Paradise is open to all kind hearts.
war france arms
Gaily! gaily! close our ranks! Arm! Advance! Hope of France! Gaily! gaily! closed our ranks! Onward! Onward! Gauls and Franks!
tears glory shoulders
Glory is a shroud that posterity often tears from the shoulders of those who wore it when living.
believe character political
When in our days Religion is made a political engine, she exposes herself to having her sacred character forgotten. The most tolerant become intolerant towards her. Believers, who believe something else besides what she teaches, retaliate by attacking her in the very sanctuary itself.
pedestal fame statues
Many have lived on a pedestal who will never have a statue when dead.
men society coats
A man's reception depends upon his coat; his dismissal upon the wit he shows.
century brutal thinker
Our century is a brutal thinker.
wine flow universe
Flow wine, smile woman, and the universe is consoled.
good-night home soul
Adieu! 'tis love's last greeting, The parting hour is come! And fast thy soul is fleeting To seek its starry home.