Jean Baptiste Michel Dupreel

Les liasons dangereuses (volume I)

, 1796

At last, carried away despite herself, she cried, "No, there was never such a likeable man, and no lover ever loved as you do!"

The Dictionary of Music

But what's that I see? A portrait . . . oh Frontin, what a charming thing!

I believe, therefore, that the world is governed by a powerful and wise will

I'm wrong, my dear Valere, and I beg your forgiveness.

Flemish Festival

The Trouble with Sport

Farewell, Paris, city of noise, smoke and mud

Here, she said, in a voice that pierced my soul; here are your sweetheart's children; they will be your friends for life.

The Leader of the Army

O Heaven, protector of virtue, I touch a land of liberty!

The Haystacks

Peering among the bushes, I let out a cry of joy: "I've found some phlox!"

But the Levite himself brought his beloved to the door and delivered her up to the wicked

Jean-Jacques Makes his Offering at Notre Dame

Henrietta, seeing them both lifeless, began to weep . . .

All of a sudden, I saw you turn pale, your eyes closed, and you leaned on your cousin and fainted.

It was at one of these moment of tenderness that I said to M. de Luxembourg . . .

The monuments of past loves

Two Smokers