Bøger af Theophile Gautier

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" Quand je pars en voyage, je commence par laisser à Paris mes verges de critique et mon masque de Français arbitre du goût . Je ne me dis pas comme vous autres Perrichons et admirateurs de l'obélisque: Allons nous comparer sur place au reste du genre humain et savourer à l'étranger le plaisir chauvin d'arriver de Paris, d'en être et d'en parler à table d'hôte !... C'est Karr qui a dit: Les bourgeois ne voyagent que pour avoir voyagé. Quant aux professeurs et autres chercheurs de camps de César, c'est pour avoir un prétexte de dégorger leurs citations chez Buloz ! Ma méthode à moi est tout autre, et je te la recommande, si jamais tu es atteint de ce déplorable prurit du voyage, ce dont le ciel te préserve, mon cher enfant ! Il n'y a rien au monde de plus fatal au bonheur, et le besoin du déplacement s'accroît de toutes les satisfactions qu'on lui donne; rien ne l'assouvit, et c'est une passion dont on meurt ! " T. G.

Non loin du Nil, dans la vallée de Biban-el-Molouk, un jeune aristocrate anglais, lord Evandale, et un égyptologue allemand, le docteur Rumphius, découvrent une tombe inviolée grâce à l'aide d'un escroc grec dénommé Argyropoulos. Depuis plus de 3 500 ans, nul n'a foulé le sol de la chambre funéraire dans laquelle repose le sarcophage d'un pharaon. Mais quand on ouvre le lourd couvercle de basalte noir, les deux hommes trouvent, à leur grande stupéfaction, la momie parfaitement conservée d'une jeune femme d'une magnifique beauté appelée Tahoser. Après la découverte de cette momie, le roman raconte l'histoire de cette momie et de ses amours.

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This Is A New Release Of The Original 1915 Edition.

Invité à prendre le thé chez Mme d'Ymbercourt, une jeune veuve dont il est "médiocrement amoureux", Guy de Malivert décide de lui écrire un billet d'excuse. À sa grande surprise, c'est sa main, prise de fourmillements, qui écrit la lettre. Un soupir venu de nulle part, un souffle à son oreille, Malivert vient d'entrer dans le monde du spiritisme...

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"...Personne ne me résistera: j'aurai mille scélératesses charmantes et inédites, mille roueries si machiavéliques, je serai si fatal et si vague, j'aurai l'air si ange déchu, si volcan, si échevelé, qu'il n'y aura pas moyen de ne pas se rendre. Votre femme elle-même, mon cher lecteur, votre maîtresse, si vous avez l'une ou l'autre, ou même les deux, ne pourront s'empêcher de dire, en joignant les mains: Pauvre jeune homme ! Que je sois damné si, dans six mois, je ne suis pas le fat le plus intolérable qu'il y ait d'ici à bien loin..."

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Paul d'Aspremont rejoint à Naples sa fiancée Miss Alicia, nièce du commodore Ward. Intrigué par les mimiques et les imprécations des Napolitains à son égard, M. d'Aspremont doit se rendre à l'évidence: il est un jettatore...

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The story of a priest named Romuald who falls in love with Clarimonde, a beautiful woman who turns out to be a vampire. The story opens with the elderly Romuald recounting a strange adventure during his youth. The day of his ordination many years ago, he saw a beautiful young woman in the church. He heard her voice promising to love him and to make him happier than he would be in Paradise, if he would just leave the church.

"... J'ai raconté de quelle manière j'avais rencontré Marilhat pour la première fois. C'était à propos d'un bal. La dernière fois que je le vis ce fut à propos d'un ballet; j'avais écrit pour Carlotta le livret de la Péri, et, dans cette oeuvre muette, je voulais apporter toute l'exactitude matérielle possible. J'allai donc chez Marilhat faire provision de couleur locale; une sincère admiration chaleureusement exprimée de ma part, une bienveillance reconnaissante de la sienne, avaient établi entre nous des rapports qui, pour n'être pas fréquents, n'en étaient pas moins cordiaux. Il m'ouvrit tous ses cartons avec une inépuisable complaisance, me dessina ou me permit de calquer les costumes dont j'avais besoin, et me prêta même une petite guitare arabe à trois cordes, au ventre en calebasse et au long manche d'ébène et d'ivoire, qui servit à la péri dans sa scène de séduction musicale; il est vrai de dire qu'aucune danseuse, à l'exception de Mlle Delphine Marquet, ne voulut se conformer aux indications de Marilhat, et que toutes, à mon grand désespoir, préférèrent s'habiller en sultanes du jardin Turc, ce qui me démontra la vanité de la couleur locale en matière chorégraphique..."

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Five hundred years before the Trojan war, and seventeen hundred and fifteen years before our own era, there was a grand festival at Sardes. King Candaules was going to marry. The people were affected with that sort of pleasurable interest and aimless emotion wherewith any royal event inspires the masses, even though it in no wise concerns them, and transpires in superior spheres of life which they can never hope to reach. As soon as Phoebus-Apollo, standing in his quadriga, had gilded to saffron the summits of fertile Mount Tmolus with his rays, the good people of Sardes were all astir, going and coming, mounting or descending the marble stairways leading from the city to the waters of the Pactolus, that opulent river whose sands Midas filled with tiny sparks of gold when he bathed in its stream. One would have supposed that each one of these good citizens was himself about to marry, so solemn and important was the demeanour of all.

Au fond s'étagent les terrasses et les tours d'Enochia, la ville des géants, dont le flot envahisseur lèche déjà les escaliers de granit; sur le devant fourmillent, dans une confusion pleine d'épouvante, les créations colossales et monstrueuses dont le poids fatiguait la terre; informes ébauches de la matière qui devaient disparaître sans retour. Les générations étranges produites par le commerce d'Adam avec la Dive Lilith et les créatures qui peuplaient l'Eden avant la formation d'Eve, les enfants des anges et des filles de la terre, les résultats hideux des incestes et des mélanges bizarres entre les géants et les esprits des planètes voisines qui alors se pouvaient visiter, tout ce monde démesuré et formidable, aux formes bestiales, aux regards farouches, aux faces où l'intelligence humaine s'allourdit [sic] des linéaments de la brute, disparaît et s'engloutit sous ces vagues qu'il s'étonne de ne pouvoir dominer: le dinothérium gigantoeum, le megalonix, le mastodonte, l'icthyosaurus, sont submergés, malgré leur taille énorme, leurs os qui sont comme des barres d'airain, leur écailles pareilles à des boucliers, malgré les tempêtes de leurs narines et les trombes de leurs évents.

This is a reproduction of a book published before 1923. This book may have occasional imperfections such as missing or blurred pages, poor pictures, errant marks, etc. that were either part of the original artifact, or were introduced by the scanning process. We believe this work is culturally important, and despite the imperfections, have elected to bring it back into print as part of our continuing commitment to the preservation of printed works worldwide. We appreciate your understanding of the imperfections in the preservation process, and hope you enjoy this valuable book. ++++ The below data was compiled from various identification fields in the bibliographic record of this title. This data is provided as an additional tool in helping to ensure edition identification: ++++ Oeuvres Complètes: Spirite; Volume 16 Of Oeuvres Complètes; Théophile Gautier Théophile Gautier G. Charpentier, 1883

À Madrid, don Andrès de Salcedo doit bientôt épouser doña Feliciana de los Rios, mais, sur la place des Taureaux, il croise le regard de Militona, une jeune manola. Ce qui déplaît fortement à Juancho le torero... Théophile Gautier écrit le premier vrai roman tauromachique de la littérature française. Rien n'y manque: les descriptions précises de corrida et les souffrances de l'amour exacerbé, le duel à la navaja pour départager les braves et le tragique dénouement sur le sable de la plaza de toro.

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Un col d'une guipure antique, dont tous les jours n'étaient pas dus à l'habileté de l'ouvrier et auquel la vétusté ajoutait plus d'une découpure, se rabattait sur son justaucorps dont les plis flottants annonçaient qu'il avait été taillé pour un homme plus grand et plus gros que le fluet baron. Les manches de son pourpoint cachaient les mains comme les manches d'un froc, et il entrait jusqu'au ventre dans ses bottes à chaudron, ergotées d'un éperon de fer. Cette défroque hétéroclite était celle de feu son père, mort depuis quelques années, et dont il achevait d'user les habits, déjà mûrs pour le fripier à l'époque du décès de leur premier possesseur. Ainsi accoutré de ces vêtements, peut-être fort à la mode au commencement de l'autre règne, le jeune baron avait l'air à la fois ridicule et touchant; on l'eût pris pour son propre aïeul. Quoiqu'il professât pour la mémoire de son père une vénération toute filiale et que souvent les larmes lui vinssent aux yeux en endossant ces chères reliques, qui semblaient conserver dans leurs plis les gestes et les attitudes du vieux gentilhomme défunt, ce n'était pas précisément par goût que le jeune Sigognac s'affublait de la garde-robe paternelle. Il ne possédait pas d'autres vêtements et avait été tout heureux de déterrer au fond d'une malle cette portion de son héritage.

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