Loti, Pierre 1850-1923 [WorldCat Identities] Pêcheur d'Islande by Pierre Loti ( Book ) 380 editions published between 1886 and 2006 in 23 http://www.worldcat.org/identities/lccn-n50-19975
Extractions: Wed Sep 1 02:18:54 2010 UTC lccn-n50-19975 Novelists, French19th century Novelists, French20th century Authors, French19th century lccn-n89-640800 Viaud, Samuel edt lccn-n87-102767 edt lccn-no99-40386 Baines, W. P. (William Peter) b. 1878 trl lccn-n85-118449 Vercier, Bruno edt lccn-n83-200756 edt lccn-n82-25296 Gautier, Judith lccn-no93-13158 Bell, Clara trl np-viaud, julien Viaud, Julien lccn-n84-181329 Sylva, Carmen trl lccn-no2001-86820 Inman, George Arthur F. trl Loti, Pierre Loti, Pierre Love stories Autobiographical fiction Gay men Male homosexuality Siege of Beijing (China : 1900) ChinaBeijing France.Marine Colonies Manners and customs Records and correspondence Intellectual life Homes Sylva, Carmen Women as literary characters Art Camels Deserts Cambodia AsiaAngkor (Extinct city) Relations with women FrenchTravel Harems Translations India AsiaOrient Iran French literature Readers Egypt Middle EastJerusalem French language EgyptSinai Pictorial works Morocco France TurkeyIstanbul World War (1914-1918) Turkey Women Iceland Fishers French fiction Diaries History Japan Literature Fiction Criticism, interpretation, etc.
Extractions: Pierre Loti, agnostique notable, promène son regard dans Jérusalem et nous présente le Saint Sépulcre, la mosquée d'Omar, le Dôme du Rocher, le Mur des Lamentations ou la vallée de Josaphat. Bien qu?il n?y ait pas retrouvé la foi qu?il était venu chercher, il en donne un compte rendu vibrant. Jérusalem est le deuxième volet d?un triptyque, les deux autres étant Le Désert et La Galilée.
Loti Pierre - Livre Rare Book Loti, Pierre. Journal 18791886.(Book review) find Nineteenth-Century French Studies articles. div id= be-doc-text Loti, Pierre. Journal 1879-1886. Eds. Alain Quella http://www.livre-rare-book.com/t/main/1147-lotiPierre/books/AUTHOR_AZ/0
Madame Chrysantheme By Loti, Pierre - Chapter 56 Madame Chrysantheme by Loti, Pierre Chapter 56 CHAPTER LV A WITHERED LOTUSFLOWER One evening, in my cabin, in the midst of the Yellow Sea, my eyes fall http://www.literaturepost.com/chapter/15659.html
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Egypt (La Mort De Philae) By Loti, Pierre - Free EBook Egypt (La Mort De Philae) by Pierre Loti Translated from the French by W. P. BAINES CHAPTER I A WINTER MIDNIGHT BEFORE THE GREAT SPHINX A night wondrously clear and of a colour http://www.wordiq.com/books/Egypt_(La_Mort_de_Philae)/
Extractions: A night wondrously clear and of a colour unknown to our climate; a place of dreamlike aspect, fraught with mystery. The moon of a bright silver, which dazzles by its shining, illumines a world which surely is no longer ours; for it resembles in nothing what may be seen in other lands. A world in which everything is suffused with rosy color beneath the stars of midnight, and where granite symbols rise up, ghostlike and motionless. And all around is the desert; a corner of the mournful kingdom of sand. Nothing else is to be seen anywhere save those three awful things that stand there upright and stillthe human likeness magnified beyond all measurement, and the three geometric mountains; things at first sight like exhalations, visionary things, with nevertheless here and there, and most of all in the features of the vast mute face, subtleties of shadow which show that /it/ at least exists, rigid and immovable, fashioned out of imperishable stone. Even had we not known, we must soon have guessed, for these things are unique in the world, and pictures of every age have made the knowledge of them commonplace: the Sphinx and the Pyramids! But what is strange is that they should be so disquieting. . . . And this pervading colour of rose, whence comes it, seeing that usually the moon tints with blue the things it illumines? One would not expect this colour either, which, nevertheless, is that of all the sands and all the granites of Egypt and Arabia. And then too, the eyes of the statue, how often have we not seen them? And did we not know that they were capable only of their one fixed stare? Why is it then that their motionless regard surprises and chills us, even while we are obsessed by the smile of the sealed lips that seem to hold back the answer to the supreme enigma? . . .