Jules Verne,
Hector Servadac (Frewer translation…
(1906)
“ It is as hard to find rhymes as to rally fugitives in a battle. But, by all the powers! it shan't be said that a French officer cannot cope with a piece of poetry. One battalion has shown fight—now for the rest!”Perseverance had its reward. Presently two lines, one red, the other blue, appeared upon the paper, and the captain murmured— “Words, mere words, cannot avail, Telling true heart's tender tale.” “What on earth ails my master?” muttered Ben Zoof, “for the last hour he has been as fidgety as a bird returning after its winter migration.” ”
