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. 1897 Excerpt: ...meant me--satisfied When the Prophet and the Bride Stop veins I'd have subside As I ride, as I ride! THE LABORATORY. ANCIEN REGIME. I. Now ...
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. 1897 Excerpt: ...meant me--satisfied When the Prophet and the Bride Stop veins I'd have subside As I ride, as I ride! THE LABORATORY. ANCIEN REGIME. I. Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly, May gaze thro' these faint smokes curling whitely, As thou pliest thy trade in this devil's-smithy--Which is the poison to poison her, prithee? II, He is with her, and they know that I know Where they are, what they do: they believe my tears flow While they laugh, laugh at me, at me fled to the drear Empty church, to pray God in, for them!--I am here. III. Grind away, moisten and mash up thy paste, Pound at thy powder, --I am not in haste! Better sit thus, and observe thy strange things, Than go where men wait me and dance at the King's. IV. That in the mortar--you call it a gum? Ah, the brave tree whence such gold oozings come! And yonder soft phial, the exquisite blue, Sure to taste sweetly, --is that poison too? v. Had I but all of them, thee and thy treasures, What a wild crowd of invisible pleasures! To carry pure death in an earring, a casket, A signet, a fan-mount, a filigree basket! VI. Soon, at the King's, a mere lozenge to give, And Pauline should have just thirty minutes to live! But to light a pastile, and Elise, with her head And her breast and her arms and her hands, should drop dead! VII. Quick--is it finished? The colour's too grim! Why not soft like the phial's, enticing and dim? Let it brighten her drink, let her turn it and stir, And try it and taste, ere she fix and prefer! VIII. What a drop! She's not little, no minion like me! That's why she ensnared him: this never will free The soul from those masculine eyes, --say, "No!" To that pulse's magnificent come-and-go. For only last night, as they whispered, I brought My own eyes to bear on her so, that I thou...
Good. No Dust Jacket. Size: 16mo-over 5¾"-6¾" tall. Text clean. Small number written lightly on front free endpage. Front hinge cracked, but binding still secure. Boards bumped and worn at corners, edges and spine ends. Marbled boards with light staining to spine. Quantity Available: 1. Inventory No: 110902.
Good. Ships from the UK within 24 hours. Your purchase supports authors through the Book Author Resale Right. Ex Library. Hardback without Dust jacket: Condition: Acceptable-Reading copy ONLY With owners inscription. Wear to extremities. Corners bumped. Hinges cracked internally. Wear to head & tail of spine. Foxing throughout. Covers worn. Height: Small. Thickness: Thin. Browning to end papers. Spine split externally.
Ships from the UK within 24 hours. Your purchase supports authors through the Book Author Resale Right. Published by SMITH, ELDER & CO in 1891, reprint, hardback (no Dust Jacket), small size, internally very good, marbled boards good, gilt titled spine, neat owners inscription.
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