Les amis le connaissent, les chercheurs l’apprécient, le public parfois l’ignore,
jusqu’au jour où une main pieuse lui élève le monument que nous voyons aujourd’hui
et qui définitivement le classe à son rang.
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                                                                                         Narcisse Berchère, Correspondance.

INTO my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again. _____________________________ A.E. Housman. A Shropshire Lad XL

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