This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1912 Excerpt: ...from crystal chalices. She would have thin knees, and her budding breast Would hold me till I lost the sting of grief; Or she would cool, with waft of handkerchief 'Broidered with two gazelles, my languorous rest. Her fragrant veils, O cool and delicate laces, Would slowly wave. Her fertile tenderness Would every day ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1912 Excerpt: ...from crystal chalices. She would have thin knees, and her budding breast Would hold me till I lost the sting of grief; Or she would cool, with waft of handkerchief 'Broidered with two gazelles, my languorous rest. Her fragrant veils, O cool and delicate laces, Would slowly wave. Her fertile tenderness Would every day invent some new caress, Where fountains play in lonely garden places. But, a remorseless, shameless despot, I, On silken carpets sitting free from care, Would follow in my heart a vision fair, Or ponder, listening to the tales of my Sultana with blue hair. FRANKNESS. I Tell you true, it is not you I love, It is not you for whom my spirit pines... If in my eyes my dream arising shines, As does above a pallid pool the moon, And seems in rapture exquisite to swoon, 0 do not think that such a brief delight Can be the bloom matured in this one night; It is not you, it is not you I love, I tell you true. And yet this only night be kind to me. 1 am so tired... Caress me tenderly, And let me dream another love than you. Your care is sweet, my heart is sad and riven. Fain would it give what unto it is given, I tell you true. STEPHANE MALLARME. 1842-98. THE WINDOWS. Tired of the fetid smell that climbs and sticks In the banal whiteness of the curtains, toward The empty wall's great sickened crucifix The sullen moribund in the sad ward Lifts his old spine, and, less to see the stones Sun-lit than to be warm as can decay, Glues his white haflets and his thin cheek-bones Upon the panes tanned by a loving ray. His fevered mouth as greedy of azure is As when it went to breathe, in days of old, A virgin skin, and with a bitter kiss, Long clinging, soils the lukewarm squares of gold. Drunken he lives, forgetting strained herbs, Cough, clock, the holy oils, the ...
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