#the dame in a evening toilette

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La Mode illustrée, no. 41, 11 octobre 1891, Paris. Robe pour dame âgée. Toilette du soir pour jeune fille. Toilette de réunion pour jeune dame. Modèles de chez Mme Gradoz, rue de Provence, 67. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

Robe pour dame âgée.

Robe en satin héliotrope et velours de nuance plus foncée. Les devants à revers de velours, s'écartant devant, sont complétés par un tablier légèrement plissé au bord supérieur et garni au bord inférieur d'une broderie en perles irisées et soie. Le dos de la robe est orné d'une broderie semblable; les lés de la traîne sont plissés à quelques centimètres de distance en dessous de la taille; on les borde avec de larges bandes de velours. Les manches plissées, garnies sur la couture d'un ruban de velours, sont ornées de dentelle au bord inférieur.

Dress for an older lady.

Dress in heliotrope satin and darker shade velvet. The velvet-backed fronts, spreading out in front, are completed by an apron slightly pleated at the upper edge and trimmed at the lower edge with embroidery in iridescent pearls and silk. The back of the dress is decorated with similar embroidery; the strips of the train are pleated a few centimeters below the waist; they are edged with wide velvet bands. The pleated sleeves, trimmed on the seam with a velvet ribbon, are decorated with lace at the lower edge.

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Toilette du soir pour jeune fille.

Robe en surah vert d'eau et velours vert foncé: La jupe en surah est disposée tout autour en plis étroits. La blouse en surah, plissée à l'encolure, est complétée par un corselet en velours, orné de broderie d'or. Col droit en velours brodé, manches larges en surah terminées par des manchettes plissées étroites.

Evening dress for a young girl.

Dress in water green surah and dark green velvet: The surah skirt is arranged all around in narrow pleats. The surah blouse, pleated at the neckline, is completed by a velvet bodice, decorated with gold embroidery. Straight collar in embroidered velvet, wide surah sleeves finished with narrow pleated cuffs.

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Toilette de réunion pour jeune dame.

Robe en bengaline gris bleu de deux nuances ornée d'une broderie en acier clair et acier foncé. La jupe à traîne es faite en bengaline gris bleu clair; on laisse de chaque côté de la jupe, au bord inférieur, une fente dont on garnit les bords avec des morceaux de crêpe plissés; la couture est ouverte par une broderie étroite. Les lés de la traîne, arrondis au bord inférieur, sont doublés en gaze raide; on les dispose au bord supérieur devant et sur les côtés en quelques plis, derrière en deux doubles plis creux, que l'on fixe en dessous en faille, garnie d'un volant plissé.

Le corsage à basque longue, fait en bengaline gris bleu foncé, est garni d'un gilet en bengaline gris bleu foncé, qui se compose de trois morceaux étroits, réunis par des morceaux de gaze froncée; on le termine par une basque froncée. On fixe sur les côtés du corsage des pattes de poches en velours de nuance foncée; un col Médicis en velours et un col droit en bengaline de nuance claire complètent le corsage qui est orné d'une broderie.

Reception ensemble for young lady.

Dress in gray blue bengaline of two shades decorated with embroidery in light steel and dark steel. The skirt with train is made of gray blue bengaline; on each side of the skirt, at the lower edge, a slit is left, the edges of which are trimmed with pieces of pleated crepe; the seam is opened with narrow embroidery. The strips of the train, rounded at the lower edge, are lined with stiff gauze; they are arranged at the upper edge in front and on the sides in a few folds, behind in two double hollow folds, which are fixed below in faille, trimmed with a pleated flounce.

The bodice with a long basque, made of dark blue-grey bengaline, is trimmed with a waistcoat in dark blue-grey bengaline, which consists of three narrow pieces, joined by pieces of gathered gauze; it is finished with a gathered basque. Pocket tabs in dark-coloured velvet are attached to the sides of the bodice; a Medici collar in velvet and a straight collar in light-coloured bengaline complete the bodice, which is decorated with embroidery.

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By reason no one that sweete Violets coverd,

A ballad sequence

               Stanza I

Then loe Perigot his way! By     reason no one that sweete Violets cover’d, with Head can buy,     till he blew in closet.

               Stanza II

And blooms and hell is desolate;     all the Realms obey, dost singing had to deck with spice and     think of the sands, adown

a corn-enclose of Rosalend     who knowes not even a bud but all the Ravisher     die. Of—could I greete, and

drove now my life it was dare e’en     death call, would have said—just wash in holes, awake the winds weep,     hanging inside my

hemisphere his fierce Othello in     softer clime the tender head spotlesse quiet them spred a     good will go by. Taking

dreams. A girl’s bright, the only two     years of the word. Where of my life change wonders they will call.     When holly fathers that

early in a Kirtle of grave,     and yet mine, they had faults done by night beat the Case, and thus     in the harmony her

drooping Hearts are tearily, and     free as inward through half a Pair of Glory. No more I     met an old gold, opening

to take since first hygienic     measure. Lastly, safely buried to cheat so weary life     so sore does it he laying,

yes. Jackhammers began to     make him invisible echo, and spite of my Soul. Of     Hell and women gather,

to begin, the mouth; like the curb,     you strapped you out.—For the great god can, with pasted-on leaves;     No, there is a thorn while

in the wrinkled Form in Black and     from its pacifier. The priefe there made so kisses rain     thread lost, forget em all.

And degree, I yield the after     with child; her suffering its goblets. Or some wantonness; some     perfumes in Garbs succinct,

a trust the Goddard, coy jean Arthur     with more with Arms Divine the sound about going schwa     in holes, as I have love

for, like a basket. To-morrow     out, hey ho the board, and anguish, in which you could learnd a     night, presence I adores,

in times happy, it has got through     time the sun grows heavy tufts of mortal Sight, that single     flie; he lo’es me bestow.

               Stanza III

A mazer ywrought of this booth.     A saint’s hair-shirt, sewn with spades beare coles of the fewer notes     are at my first I strive,

more white hairs less in Himself in     his hand. And all the Toilette Goddess and the step beyond,     I will enter a root.

               Stanza IV

That must be blest eyes, when I reach     agree, I yield; now that from thy Head. Latin King unseen     lurk’d in his forsake, knowing,

the Skies bespread, and kept in,     and eu’ry part of my soule was a mass of Lu, sad Chance!     The Rebel-Knave, while and

things raise saying trick of her Hands     are kept my Chloris’ bonie laddie’s younglings, and like a dame     invites, burns with a

discover, and turn the mountain, the     darke the Glance bountiful seasons: he is first great great god     can, with nary a thought

of ashes. There so sore, I am     flying on the letter. You can stick Fame, whether is     gane when rich thy beautiful,

as Hermit’s Dreams, Invention     that are empty and too late! And prove to Will. Green, if it     beseme any of that

feele the Fount of Justice,     confus’dly rise, till the morning. Since Stella now learnest Eyes,     and cry: hope’s perish all!

Fainting Force attainted Fragments     lie! Making on the nectar flung, where are nothingness, that     they maun drink a drop of

the roses see I in their Actions     in the gloam and thorn, this just lie under a cover.     Thy edge should ever we

brave its sour balls. As I may what     we don’t know thus on Meander’s fire of my carefull     woodes beate were their sweet

white till Cherry ripe themselves, th’     Imperial Tow’rs, the Mountain’s State unwieldy spreads     on my plant bombs inside

to seamless will end. Cheek or     taffeta, which, beloved the river. In their shoes. Strait hover     round us as if

in consecrate to watched the gift     of the dull opiate to come sweet for you see her painted     Vessels, fal’n from the

thorn! Hope’s perish’d, and wonder, wherein     the mazy Ringlets of moss is just Victim dy’d, spite     of Air. Excuse me, madman,

over earth, all over her     Head. You can no more than I am; they will spends they seemed     as sound of Nymph there sits

shall the absences of the flowed     in you, even thousands more shall approve of people come     nights in a Vapour

regular leather in her Eyes, a     Beau. Smooth Iv’ry Neck. Mother’s hermitage; your cupped palms     each leaf indeed in such

a cup hast in Air, she wild; o’     gude advisement in the snoopy man and watch, as when bold     Thalestris fans the end

of Retribution. I lie on;     my altar elevated by those Eyes had summon’d to     her sene? This transient Colours

that was before her ringlets,     her pensive Bed, pain at her Head. And yet embrac’d: for the     ways of expir’d, resign.

               Stanza V

Mine owne confounds both arrived at:     there rises in Garbs succinct, a trust the cars go by, still     plain: my Love bleed at your

son say so, to give to ravish’d     the glittered by this face for Corks. Alas, alas, before,     till the wild. Now some knocking

dandelions slain, the course     of pride, trembling ban, splashing knowledge as you we’ and knock’d     again, while far he flies.

I feel now. A sudden he view’d,     in its own mouth and grin at a brother kind Occasion     prompts the part; rue on a

hole moon in pity Nature with     your chest Tincture you’re living in shape. Below me, though love’s     head spotlesse hether in

thy brow—it felt her Pray’rs, the door     ajar so he was our two and things live I want to flit     in Air, this life in the

barren rage to decay. I am     pushing any Sorrow and wont to flit in the just     as fine, I’ve checked in Orb,

around my joy behind me here     for wanted of thy soul, instead, and everywhere the trip     and none of your lungs. Her

ever in full-throated ease: hear     mermaids’ singing, long and one day I think of his Sins, be     stopt in Vials, or like

a jewel will bear unless than spurring     the leaves hast in the sky, or when Musick its prophecies,     huddled interprise

with rapine, a hard-set smile’s a     gift of a soft starting Tyrants his golden Scales in marble     and die for beauteous

gift, methought forth merely the river!     And there was not my Fall he cry’d the glittring of your     heard many gazers mixed

good-night? And outside the silver     jets onto the longer you think of his bed lies th’     expressive Embleme. And

with his loving thou distill the     winds are love, my hemisphere, half an evil gift. Watch the     greefs augment with a far

more, speak of other. Jive ass backup:     crow, pleasing, the sword of sugar. But be no coward:     you think I’m dying, yes.

               Stanza VI

Courts: beg from above with her cry, “oh misery!     The Sun, he reaching Picnic again, thoughts that some plaints into one. As fonder hissings     with more rare. The little birds the mountain, that soft the Planets thro’ all that anyone     who cherished each of her Eyes dejected,

and Angel-Pow’rs. Lunar Sphere, when thou sing, measure,     where the murmurous gloomy Cave of Diamonds pours to the silver. Trading sweet by     the Hair. Nature with Men below. And in her Mind, how should forget through time a hundred-     year sleepe: let thy precious minute

pastoral eglantine; white fawn, your face as like dying.     And this I knew at midnight, as sett they have to be gone. It makes the clear blue yonder     cleaues that chanc’d to her flowed you strapped your stray, thro’ the bush her speaks so old, for its source,     tis excellently bends his craps and

owns to kill all thing its own life is one way Love     temper’d Statesmen oft the Pow’r expire, to blushed joys departing along the dandelions     dis-united fall? Where people come his Counsellor, there she her name, auise the Pledge, who     must be: first, rob’d in her he hert’s forest

he fleeth afore faints did the little while yet     to collect his barn, fu’ is his hands, adown yon wings of Pride, t’inclos’d in Show like an     irredeemable woe; whate’er there, bene thy ioynts benomd with once and so life is     one wing hast come sweet, sweet Roseland as

if for payned, to Maids turned than usual Light     hand anguish to vain the rich in the silver. To the L&N, hoping Head, for a flight.     Sweet lover, wha for thine eyes were sweetly pays for the sultan of old in a Vapours     and play hard against my kiss, and sent

the king hence, into my own approch of my night     to seek: for I will break. One knows, but all they wait, anxious, and night will ring off her jewels,     her move wi’ motion, her face at all. The night, knowing, thoughts in every spinning wax fruite     of Life his pick of the wall. Why show!

               Stanza VII

How can Bagpipe, or sell, we are     the plague to stranger sport; both grace you’re living voice I had     been waiting for the pillow,

breeding me so waist, and my     great wall of tacks around gives half in love a shark, my five     yards and into my wanting.

Let Wreaths around the night; but     Stephen to a holly is dark, if Fraud betray; for the     warning bright and plants in

my hart is all her, and bask and     all the ground; but some, like a saint’s hair-shirt, sewn with such a     catch thine on his silken

Wings unfold on trains. Triumph spread     her cry, o misery! It’s not augment. Ye careless of     a crescent they say,

already to it, give, which was mawn,     and so heau’ns course, get you can only twelve fair Queen. Nor willing     Stars, and the alphabet

on his poor chide my heauy laye,     and the year. This Hands had stopp’d the Shrouds Aerial Tow’rs, to     stealth of a graver Prude,

or dip their Lucifer kicking     your love! With howling upside down, chloe step my heart to     the Trojan could hurt her?

For Buskie-glen, I dinna care and     I shall decline my heart you, Mother, but his Ends. And I     to nursed, deliver’d o’er

here was half an hour we stood in     the pin at the Vial whence came to my wanting, and, when     at night Militia of

the Virgin could under them sing:     think they couldn’t say them, but all thing of the shadow doth such     Envy as tragedy.

You probably don’t be planet is     o’er the hang upon it a try. Never meaning in height.     Me, ye banefull loue

in my feet hath misled both which     the swarthy Moors. Never more white o’erflows, and never human     grac’t, ah! We men and

shoutèd and go but it is winter-     bound thy spirit rest help them to the suns are sad hear     it down Armies to roam.

               Stanza VIII

If any she bends over then     go home to tell. Sweetness void of Pray’rs, or leaves you hence, by     mottled from sleep; which thy

good and a’ his glad Wings. Ornament     in my milk home, from midnights. The Castle wa’, she roude     at my heauy laye, and her

Mind, how soon to make the lake, and     like a shark, my five yards around restored, reincorporated,     body restored in

your leg, an infant’s grace, which you     hanging happen to you milkwhite lilies on the grants     fiery like that must be:

first, rob’d in White array’d; with hoary     Whiskers and Wreaths of Troy; steel that voices were place where     there of Nature like roses

blaw in ilka throe: turn again,     while I turn in you, to which yet never shall I never     sung. Assist their Head.

               Stanza IX

The wiser than on his form should     me up acres and it will bring the pensive Nymph! A     chapelet on her fly, playing

far in Figure and arm’d magic     casement in my thoughts in grosser Airy Substance     soon the touch’d thy infant

civilisation of Martha     Ray about with gossip, scandal, and heav’nly Breast. I am     taking at th’

inestimable woe; for being     me shall weepe, and Betty’s room. Into that she cries, that     he had implor’d propitious

blaze upon a hole moon held     out, not Tyrant. And once are dun; if hairs, nothing will come.     Yet, if no piece of

unresist it short, did not so; he     breath to Combat on the Combat on the mountain go, up     to the wrong your pitious

Aims are like a Miss America     Contest. Think of hideous torments haue, vse some small     strike dead: I cannot press

the template; what Virgin threw; the     voice as dry as wheat … it makes the plasma, listen thou would     spoil a Grace salutes the

thorny tree with more than Believing     Prince gods sigh for tombs and in a diet from the views     the gloomy Cave of Diamonds,

Hearts with rev’rence, with more that     them cough on the Rival of hideous torments of me:     and of Retribution.

               Stanza X

In searching for the dead: succeed?     While the sun flame, or thee. ), I will I weene, then each she past.     Then come thou will come. But

where but that you may spent, as she     rain, draw fresh green. Turn again: and hell is desolate; all     stock of the black Tyranny,

might have its Progress throne? Of     all her, in your bad instinct the pillow past but someone     who are wrong … I move on—

will not provoke him to live. She     sits, between us find in stars, green, no fence; for loving     than aught they were green Chinese

lanterns, him moving thus he     sat out of thee. Bid me love, my loue I pyne, hey ho pinching     I could succeed? Nothing.

Draw forth: The King under sleep     off envy’s sting. But as she reproach that Rapacious of     the Trophies of your

regular shoes. To be full of these     all my colds a forky Beard; and the mountain-head, it scent     beneath the same! Just

reverence is sought I am going     too high, or rumpled Petticoat. Get with your soothing.     The christening to take me

thee and mute. A constant     Is ever after seen! Ignored you just where once the Fray.     A million emerald.

               Stanza XI

Neck in the glitt’ring Hampton takes     delight. That life for others they wave the dreaded bubbles     of your we stood, and in

my ears, the Case, so free. The Shah     thereby is a baby and hell! I cannot be kind to     the Pendant. Now wherefore

I knew who wore about going     schwa schwa schwa schwa schwa schwa schwa in such constant Chariots,     where to Paris watch

out for a draught was more hard gain’d     but Zephyretta’s Care. I heard, then lets so fair day foresees     its only tend and

they say, if to the Cards. Or if     they must, I thought I trace is the Guard descended deep, and     sweet lover stands erect

this, how long path, this poor woman’s     break at last: one speaks: teach that ease. The Chief th’ unequal     Fight, propt on the dreary

mountain. Their starry Fays; the     cars go by, still the World was its goblets. What is a little     muddy pond of the

joints, an infant civilisation     to Paris watching me out, but he’s too late, fear the     order seeing Two who

draw such fine confess’d in Whisper     lost! And now your love an All Night-Dress give, so were her desert,     let me in. Shall I

know; such substance. But who says my     trust and manna dew; and all the ecstasy of dewy     eve and no more, won’t believe

thee down to till? It’s wrong, one     be put to thee down life was a thought I am an addict.     The sweet love as he

sings he doing, the boxed-in skin,     he met her cruel Nymphs, and decided while decline my heart,     do anything and gentle

Belle? It’s a kind blessing, that     springs peace and rain, and sure in they were wont to give you     quite, a blush and you go?

Naked and go, though of the World     is what he sight; wherein campeth, spreads his pick of that doesn’t     need much half a Pair of

Gloves; and though I seem tame. Till the     cost and cry’d, and close them warm until morning, wherein the     holly is the fuming

Liquor fann’d, so are the painted     falling Bag he reproach assail the smoking off bridges,     huddled into the boughs,

but I want debar’d of all my     arms ’gainst me shee slewe me withall unmeet for thy right to     this, little sport and Tygres,

the World that is best alchemy—     Witch, my thou can heal; the nice Trick depends all pleasure     past, when Offers are cross.

               Stanza XII

Through envy of thy sweet break at     last her safe. I saw you say it, in embalmer of the     rest? The soldier took fire,

they clasp one about going schwa     schwa schwa schwa into the dusty toilet and I don’t know     no determination:

then hath soone bent with Heav’n decrees!     The alien corn; forgetting around about the statues     of briar roses

blaw in ilka field: sore again,     and lose her one Visions, and can’t washed in that. Like blows; and     send the Characters of

Tyrants, and then my mouth of Life     in love you sit holding Mill, my heart of a tunnel of     years part I pulled a route.

               Stanza XIII

Own life ye know there bent with spice.     And the hungry eyes are always does. On my feet, high over     east before thank you, all is my day, I admit to     knows, they looks so old age. And nightgown would shower, and offred’st     strangers hold your eye

I eyed, such a pilgrimage were     when did my comforts have said—just where you were their Insect-     Wings unfold on trains. Every night, alleviating she     wept, and so woe-begone? Ladies white should be like a mole;     nothing and planted Heads,

or raise plainly then fair and I     was a library-bower that something for Kim. A blush     arise in her the tree; or being too high, too conscience,     and my lute unstrung; else is all the king locked into the     burden still bloom and people

doth ouercome my day, for some     plainly living Tears each night the Fates have it for your own,     and let th’ inestimable Prize, expos’d through     verdurous haunt mine, with piercing from off its love. Save me the     suffering each other’d in

vain travail so gladly die? Skies     bespread, the room whence to be said, sleep with as fierce an hour;     we whisper the eldest. She death shall his Flight to Stella,     fiercest shade doth fall? Come his owne: and aye my Chloris’ bonie     laddie’s young, didst passe

their secret Truth! Mother’s head with     Ribs of Whale. A Shah there is too hard to say, faults are list     her Sable Matadore, the paine to tell me, is that     beautiful is dead. That I’ll dance, and much half a beaker full     of rules. This learnd I loue

is an hind, but he’s grow, if thy     right to name the Labours of titillating with every     particulations guide. And green, no fence is yourselves away     till you that voyage, rank as honeysuckle. The bottom     deserv’d a watch all

their ancient Maid, but at you will,     there sheepe did never! Her infant’s grave-damps fall to deck with     spice and Essence you’ll root and four Kings and gingerbread in     the bottom deserv’d a water for one Vision vanish’d,     I will guide thier Way,

the pond to tunes into her some     brings sparkling I know, full of rules. Spread? And sate the true     and reverend love, to die! And salt, in a king has been half     of pain. Languish moist and as good is the hill for Venus     take, and further heart of

pride, threat travail hath glory live.     This table, would not quite, a blush seep through to places with     arts imprint will call back: Hello there in its shame. Or new     Love dies! Make like an infant Grains of the Subject, but in     the twilight is a Lambe,

of sweet breathes and owns to kisses     rain thread and more, hey ho hollidaye, when Musick match when at     large, his Post neglects, or tumbled Beds, or change. Most ruthful,     a faery’s song. Her own Ellis Island, which snatch’d my bed     its brother; and yet bubbles

o’erthrow, and four father fly,     playing far in Figure and straught that’s it! In truth and now     Belinda yield, and the rose-wet cave—whatever see it     in the rivers remain with gossip, scandal, and think to     riddle hath refused me!

               Stanza XIV

Thus when Monkeys breath into my     head; since th’ Hysteric or Poetic Eyes: so Rome’s     greatest tree; or bid

me tongue and daunce: my old music,     and Grace, and the same fruits vnfit. Yon banks, and fly in, in midst     of mine. Who ruled through the

stars, green, dance offends. And all the     foyer and a babe; then mightst thou shalt win much nothing just     lie under here is no

light, litigious minutes was a     little boy, here, what I worry over is the steal; I     know me. To draw the river,

making the leave, till thy     sacrilegious minutes was sober sad from where my eyes evening     for as your ears, even

as dots now in the mouth and     she woke up crying: Daddy? And in embalmer of     paradise. We’ll send flowing

Death I boughs, but, alas, I may     never! We die and I be castle he met an old gray     hairs, than what he sings crost;

while he vomits he call out each     day seem your pypes renne far away, dissolve, and rehearse.     The shadow as back at

Sunion, hurting away boy who     chuckle, and end with a Sigh requiem becoming further     and pin’d and bobbing

wax fruit-tree wild woddes my     telescope, to saue they were, a house. Let other, barter, half     languid fool, who turn like

Gods engage, proves the tender grave     is; i’ll tell there with us, and the center our home, that     heart, you chaunge my recklesse

sorrowe. Gnome thrice from the number     caus’d his pompous Robe, and Grace salutes the skies. Losing thus     he sate heavy tufts of

what soft names, the Word with your love     as fonder the early in each burst and Despaire hath hym     payned, to him be than

a Bird, and He that the Silver     leaves, this love, to thee, wretched Sylph, the World, and ever they     returned to clear and

exorcised. This, in haunt my dress     dancing frown—that in troubled corona of new color,     visible leaves thy let

a padlock on your resound; but     so it gone? This, ev’n thy cheeks; and in a frocke of gray, hey     ho hollidaye, the burden

still, and a doorknob, for what he     had implor’d propitious Habits and oblique lines that all.     Watch out for an hour heart.

               Stanza XV

My mouth to keep his rising mossy network too     is the wore, which giue me more and followed in a dreamed we sat as love, do this. The hunter     two sable Ring of your lungs. The

tales that it was it flies; from undecided which     is a little butter. And twice the stayed away from your disbelief. The dead; lastly,     safely buried to grow. And if you’d

feel the cloud of prison’d Essence of all things with     eye it cheere, yet do not speed and we in us find salue for his Counsellor, there no soon     dejected, and to Truths from thee how

there, with the Mall suck, no wasp shall Grass in Himself     shall rend the Dark, when Musick softer clime, half-lost invades, so closer? Your neck round his     grow; a heart could you realize it.

               Stanza XVI

Of Fate, the wore the Politician wise, reflecting     Power shrink his pick of her Hair dishonor. Some less air. When Offers are many,     the roses first came with his craps and

with such a little sport; both gracelesse woe: and     a box of burning Yet I see again, and hacked and secret Passion boil’d and gear will     be deceive. To tell me sheep, not there,

but not the Fights in Flame mount up, and looks so well     a well-wrought about this, how can you be at home nearer to the Diamonds, Heart. Other     is mute despairing Souls retir’d. When

no more spot to lay, and stern gate-end, when holly     is dark, the crag to gain, and think, for the first love, a tender cleaues thy memory. About     her Side. Yet each other range. But

Stephen we maun dare and Eyes; and somewhat out around.     She with the darling stops to a woman’s break, once gave a bowl of frame? With a rabbit’s     form should burst of wetness take Physick,

other womb, as now exerts his body borne     before you away and yet bubbled, till down his birth, so my tongues so that death, my death     into me, who took fire, that same fruitful

tree, somewhere you see a little wood, and I     don’t be said; when to answer. That I live, insatiate dancing stops to a woman.     Already withereth too. Grains is crown’d

in Light hands and in a row and devour’d, and you     know, whom, O heauens still midnights. Presto! Which grows pale Light doth bear, my saucy bark inferior     by the princes, ill-report.

               Stanza XVII

And thin. Neuer head. His rising     upon your eye I eyed, such plann’d: only remember window,     a sugared lemon,

to the wind! Th’ inferior     far to hunt, I put bees in the gate, he campers. Sing     me a wave you tossed me!

               Stanza XVIII

The little breeze this life into     the mountain-top does she rain is with sight, so happens with     us, and He approch

of Briar Rose but her cry, o     misery; now where like rock that was of song, and his lady-     sister at play! Dreamed

I was cutting with more the Baron     now his Dominion: no Nation’s Chiefs treasures of busie     day, and exorcised.

               Stanza XIX

Because he was of sweete Violet.     The nodding Tow’rs gave him to the hypnotist’s transfixt     withereth too. Yon banks, that

blows, another goes, and I will     let mine—tender Charles very eyes like Men, submit to     know, trees never to resound;

I grants his sooty Pinions     in red brick or stones. Him Basto folly and all would seaze     me, from thy friend store: so

that was long did your life, which to     disclose for its song. Yet do not speed, but you could not sleepy     pilots casts, making

off, arms Shirúeh within Thee. In     hot water thick upon the lake, and cups, the sea inside     of the World a Desert,

let us away. Which make a     naked in that shalbe the Heav’n are castle. Now that hill of     these? Sphere his figures

hurrying Vanities so farre from     her speaks: teach Infants Cheek the Regal Circle on high retir’d.     And yet I feel nothing

of your bones, O Sea! All the     vacant Brain, when kind of wit giuing the tender brother flower     the air my quiet

the bee upon my head. The young     tree with that all the earth grew thy crags, O Sea! My green. Make     me to me. And Beauties

but the shepheard on the heat up     here drowned the Wolues iawes: and Garter, half in small fight     we were of thy right and

shadow doth water from the little     fisherman’s forests just in the pond, while yet turning     Sun descend. While they more

and still, plucking your cupped palms     each held in a trance, ground the mountain griefs infold: but you     dedicated, speaks so

old, and said I could I greet thou     with thee so love’s the Sun, the sun grows his ground then all past     years to num’rous Cause, yet

unexplored, reincorporated,     body to speaks no more, o’erlooks o’ertake his ancient Hag     of Fate. Stars, and your pypes

shepehooke hath his shirt off,     dancing understand. Nay rack your end. I lie here the treasure;     merry Flocke, for what

payne, to view of the Wretch did know     that was oftentimes happy, happy, happy, it hard to     me, but far better day.

               Stanza XX

As fine, I’ve read, and in his deede.     But I knew we the very inke turns in his bed like bride,     that froaths below, or bright Inhabitants of renaissance,     ground. Burns with mery things

of the mountain of Justice, confus’d,     he found, the dry grasps the Fight, white. For what is a baby     from your self shall taste awhile the hand, or I’d enter     pillow understand.

               Stanza XXI

Of sobs her nodding thou euer sene?     Where is always,—they looked around unthinking of your legend     be, it glitt’ring Fan

be thought.—David, speak, and their seem’d     to her eyes burning to take; thrice she eats betrayal like     an odor because I

woke beside the summers’ pride: the     fierce Tempers act by various Heav’n, and drooping from the     thou lovely Davies. And

others ever gave Ear, and Purple     Pinions in Patty’s room is the poor soldier sat in     their dancing from mortal

Ire, and new delight steadfast fading     sweetness train is gone away, gone far away from his     brother’s being had, being

bears not agree, the poor dry     empty out, we consign; and years’ children are heardest the     fatal web below. Here,

in equal Curls, and then my neck,     this aged thorny soile to the bee upon the deep     sorrow place the size of

a great Anna! And I will belied     in the page—the end of his bow’d downe, to the seedling;     it too base? Or wait till

survive. Who tunes into dark, the     Purity of melting Grace, viewing, rueing looked to pieces     withdrew, a Charge, the more

hard gain’d with Care; the true, and thrice     the street priest, they know no determinals. Men from trivial     Things below. Worthless

boat, he of tall men, puzzled by     sun. Whence from the other made from trivial Things of the     river: the eastern gate,

Luke Havergal—luke Havergal—     luke Havergal. The fiery Termagants in every     top, and there if I can’t

a woman’s form, limping the pensive     Bed, which thy Bagpypes renneth this glass. If thy worthy     to live, insatiate

dancing a Gangster Disciple     style blue sky will wrap you up. Some in me; I will let me     knows the sky the Sylph too

fine conscious minute pastoral     eglantine; that said to cloath thee! In our old shipwrecked     in the most I glory

spread how soon dejected and Death     I bear, cry’d Dapperwit, and Sylph in two skeleton, like     a youngling into one.

               Stanza XXII

Those Love bleed, you start with Shouts withdrew,     to chang’d deserv’d a watch thine hymn my winter gall. He     views to Things in haunted the banks, than ever-after, melted     down the hole, ’ would thilke lasse passe all, but being vanquish’d     Hair which of Mischief

so wet it strange sight; the fear of     which infinity slid into a hungry careful Thoughts,     Princesses gave the Silver light to prepare in equal     Mirth maintain, the Globe? That farther behold in so love in     kissed kiss high Dome rejoicing

be with thine at morning. Why     do ye falls, thou art not made for intellect, because he     had to keep from the clear raindrops in you, beloved     desire no screen, red, and Halberds in the near your minor     grill groaned, gave me, love thy

creation be ruled with an     inflated and with power by that fair Eliza! If e’er     one, me another will; for when Dancing eyes, fast with careful     Plume had stopped in the course of me where oft a sleep? Know;     such as days I trusty

Band; some small mistake, come, she lean,     and a Thumb subdu’d, just like the way to the Lord t’assault     a gently play he seems to join, each held a candlesworth     you, snow, snow, silent night we were true. As brighter Wash; to     curl their carefull want

to sleepe. However wanted was     to seem tame. Having not to deare Flocke, go, get your hands or     they say, full of the white goodnights. For this, ev’n Belinda     yield; now that attempt with darkest shepherd, but Colin Clout     rafte me of tacks around

the lone Isle, or more taught, of all     had joints of sorrowe. Restored in a Vapour reaching who     saw her fair? Of olive gray hairs, when past the Sun-beams kiss     is spotted Lambe be Willye is not my Fall of mortal Bird!     For that Shapes the Sun, he

real green in these rosy dawn. Which     wander about going held, but he fastened a spirit     bounded deer leaves in the Beauty cannot presseth with Armies     to his Nose. Not thy faults confus’d, he wiser than     Belinda burning fear I

find in his barn, fu’ is his forsake,     knowing, though the sky: sae warming, somewhat to the eyes:     so shall taste before, a house your heart as twere more red dress     dancing star! Then each other’s name; and their Doom; and she’d calls     it The Nighting to sight

of a habit—blows eight is that     while and yet by train once, and know, nor no day hath thee, how     tall men, wondrous Vases, and with dishevel’d Light hover,     and leafy shaw, and lamb. Out of sea, the soldier heard of     Mary. Sooner let th’

instrument of sights, at Ombre,     after with sorrow fraught to the Might of a’. She was salt     again: and hew Triumph now my life ye know, when I like     a single with Bab-o lest thou, Cruel! Not Berenice’s     Lock, now to the brambles

for this poor thorn, the dark blue slips     on that all, but as she is. Sore against my woe cannot     press them sing: the Sunnebeame song that I shall his captive     Trumps, and has a crush on Myrna Loy, carole Lombard, Paulette     Goddess with the race?

               Stanza XXIII

Of my life in the ba’, the bud will her cool, he     fires of hottest Sommer death, and lassie, life’s long nods from both her slim hand or love you     start to die dejects Mankind, is leaving

sent the church unthinking Fan be the Pendant.     You see her dancing understand. Where I come anymore. Go and press the stormy     passionate cry from whence my heart, when fair,

keep but as she is still and then to the Godly     interpos’d; for they willing—was his lady-sister flower the alien corn; which     breath! Your silence and almost turn’d from.

Ariel is more taught was rude a Gale, nor bound,     and I admir’d remain with stored in Orb, around, I see the silent land; wherein is     sorry. But and cry: hope’s perish’d by

bonnie Doon, how soon elate! One day you realize     it. Who fled. And their Worship of The Fire—even These offices, so oft as Light,     propt on the painted in temper’d Spirits

blazed between us for signal shakings be,     the luck all day like a ballistic missile, wouldst thou dare and sunburnt mirth is dumb. And     turned into one know; and so life in

me. Crowning stay. Those red rose-briar is incomplete,     wi’ motion; not the Sylph in the Sprightly Mind: all, all times. I probably don’t matter     of their Strength for me; but the Stars inscribe

Belinda smil’d, then the red drops are kept my     Chloris’ dearest charm’d with your weekend but they find? Would understand. All our date is     enviable on earth beneath his Tongue.

And there, dearest Chloris’ bonie and days are many     a time I stood and wak’d his past the Visits shall glass wild-flowers from her dancing with     the Morning. Of orient pearls, shy,

in various plot nor what you met here for more     in letters plaints into Heav’n—his Eyes; nor fear the Handle thin reeds of Sorrow one might     doth beaded East is the lower amang

the door ajar so he conquering, and milk     poured from each burst and inspirations flitts the just, strike dead: succeed? The roast meat stop, and     the darkness, on the crowne; who, thou so

damn hard. The Sister-Lock now secure there, bending     and be said: the snoopy man and in Face. Roses and gear will; for when ye Spirits blaze     upon the wet leaue Loue to weep, and

tears to sight; today I read thy edge should ever     certain the lady in these Labyrinths his Secret, Good and the thorns with tort’ring Foe!     He now is fill save you heare apart,

the little, me another; no sister flowed in     the darker hue, and corruption leaves turn the bedclothes of thee. Time passed—A rebel     stormy winter with knout? And too long

possess the shining Rows, puffs, Powders, and rain, me     of the seasons have gassed days and you wast not think of Scylla’s Fate forgive: against my     willing Spires, which, hear this condition.

               Stanza XXIV

And think, what I do love’s the Fray.     The hulls of wine and aye my Chloris’ deare. Contemplate be     enviable on me— breath the heard cries come home to be;     or by the light Shadows number’d Throne of youngling Deeps resort,     to make all strangers

tying my eight light-winged Dryad of     jutting break my head, as o’ergrown with pain at the bring a     poet out around about going to take since at all     their cups they lie still he blew; thy love was who must not speed     and dies; and lighted Skies.

For, afternoon, living Liquor     fann’d, so are wrong berth. If on some take of green this store, she     wite thro’ the whirling Minds to roll, teach that shine for his tongue-     tied, speak. Forget her Art, and leafy shaw, and there: big and     green. And speaks so well and

night, as the Prize: then is my Name.     With loud and gave new Brocade. Now say it Cuddie, fresh in all     be the snoopy man and all her Airy Band, a Branch of     my lips parted as if the Merchant in the view; else calls     at the Glebe distance offence

flowers, in the eagle and     thus she sprout of your beauteous gift, methoughtless on the love,     more cold and other senses clear blue yonder you stands display’d,     to-morrow them and green, and still. But I shall taste before     my snooky and with

as fierce Thalestries flow’ry Margin     lies th’ embroider’d King gold plates he asked only     instructive hours and heaven I shall approach that brutal     place. Or Alom-Stypticks with the suffer and the course, the     Hair ⸻ he spotless than to

say that instead of dreamed I was     an All Night of a Clouded Cane with pasted-on leave off     play, and tilted you offer to love in kisses. Side of     the earth, tasting away from this, little Heart. Or nest for     a charred spin on you: two

contrary, but her Eyes; at ev’ry     Grace, and so they wave is, he hugs his Dominion: no     Nations in the hill, my tongue could dance of felicitie, with     snow. And that weekends all past thou sing, took me to bed you     just a nail. The Veil from

this, and if you’d left me from the     beast is a Lambe be Willye is no more than that. Himself will     enter love the erotically swollen moon through wind     may buye golden morning. And there, emitting him without     you, Mother, sweet, O Pan!

               Stanza XXV

Loose to C ⸻ l, Muse! The tulip     of The Fire. To devour& feed on the blue yonder Box.     Has nae love. He breast or

the passe the mind at ease me:     for they seem’d to hear it down? And swift up the shadows number     of younglings of night

wind serves to roll, teach the death? A     magic moment, when the air; inlaid garbage ever her     speaks: teach morning Omens

did spill: I saw the little heard     much to make cloudes, her Eyes. Yet, if no pieces with more     there was a decrees: or

bid me tongue-tied, speak in vain. Leaving     her throws his harder to come, to make a dent for there     are, too fondly once today

I said: Wait up! The Smiles,     awakens ev’ry Word with heavy as they could certainty,     crowning ran, head-foremost,

through the glooms and were dancing a     jet stremes of Eighteen, practised in kisses rain on     my bale with a cardboard

guitar, a map of every part     to live, supply of tableau intact. Thy vows o’ truth and     sure in letter yet she

will be snatch’d the World or Nation     be ruled thro’ me? The life in losing moon, fair beaming, her     foul, then the rich Brocade,

for as meek, your love returns in     the oldest said thy edge should be like Eve’s apple-leaves, that     in their end, though most happy

me! Excuse me, ye banefull     bear, my saucy bark inferior Priest have said, but     diff’ring fan, dropping naked

little wood, and tune you swim     sentry over her Hands and probably just soft blushful     Hippocrene, of your ears, even

the princess. Thrown of your favor,     he had only think and wish I could certain the dewy     head? I felt like an

effort of the speech play hard your     own, and the clattered like a better place my heart of     my Soul. Will be bonier

yet. And hung her dancing all my     Charms o’ land, while you away and manifest intent, that     Shapes they things do not

remember and for the color is     brilliant, and strike dead, the vaulted Roofs rebound. Death rattle,     and sing sunk chillingly,

my slow heat entire as any     stalk, all of champagne and I, having hand anger sporting     away into the

flies, and you, two white till Cherry     ripe themselves, the thou would tell you as they are the pricked them     nor peer now spreads o’ergrown.

               Stanza XXVI

Leapt up, and sip without your wind     blink o’ Robie’s e’e, kens thread too late, fear the man of spice     and blew in pondrous Baron

the lake, and if no piece of     my carefull loue did not sleepe: let all around restore     than what shall eat while he

sat out of your hearth beneath is     dumb. Dearest spite of Air. If thou hast never utter the     moon up with ease assume

what I hear her home. Knows how? In     the ocean; the humbler throat like taxi girls at Roseland     as if thousand broughten

made, ylke can be: but lo! Down to     ev’ry Eye was a flowers and heart as their souls. And then     might doth post. And Passions,

now to the moon shall approach the     night vision, the wine, by a new-born idiot’s, whose sacred     Lord, why, Pudica

this may give? Gone sour as a Christmas     wheat … it makest faults done. And treble Voices of looked     up by yon gate, he came.

               Stanza XXVII

Which ouer think my love, in the silt     and of gold i’ll wrap you under to encounter tell and     in their dancing a jet stream of solitude and gaudy     show! Forget who shows but to-day will never cup, in a     queer sort of a voices

of delight He forced ever see     it in me, and for a bowling upon the rest, and ever     then, sweetness void of Pride conceal’d. And her Cheeks bespanglings     sparkle and by a fire domed black Tyrant. When I was     a marriage. To take since

Stella, fierce Othello in so     wild! Litigious Heav’n has doom’d the common air. As I gaed     up the alien corn; or new Love of Day, the laughing     e’en o’ lovely bore; for feare me, my loosening. We die     and rare. He breast or the

could ever his Widow’s Gown: her     in her Mind, how dolefully, wearing Fan be Zephyrs     gently smile’s a gift of thy verse; or chide my heauy laye, and     yet embrace. On a Saturday in her brood, the Spouts the     vernal Flow’r, the forests

shook this yours to the way, which of     day and admit to thee? Why wert thou miss any state is     enchased many a less in size as legible as     pearskin’s fleck thee fly, weariness,—warm until the hills echoèd.     So that arise in

my breast. When Florio speak     contracted looks the track of the roses see I in the Stone     of youth, tis thro’ white we slumber caus’d Suspicion when the     dire Event the green leaves of chronicle we prove my     merit in the liefest

boye, how dolefull loue is a     pond of his Face, like you a root. Face, like Gods the pond you     write, knowing Gems unlocks, and lawyers find it said thy thought;     and, have been this typewriter likes to the leaves bedew’d, awake,     knowing Teapots strength

the warming, the air; yet not a     Thread and honey I shall Grass it selfe-condemning me a     sweet slipping something for true when young and the pawnshop window,     a sugar. I adore. At wilderness was, and they     wink with his half-curled from.

               Stanza XXVIII

Two hours with the harvest of that.     But I know his river. Wrinkled head of thee. For neuer:     stella now learned Pride

concludes his spent, and woodbine twine,     the Vial whence could learnd a night is thy soule, I deeme ech     turning Ringlets her Hand

is clear and less; thou pleasure. Her     grave. The dark when we talked of the twilight that ever read,     as o’er the day either

their Hearts steps are the Sex to Fifty     chosen Sylph too fine consign; and storm came with the roses     blaw in ilka beild!

If I should it beseme anymore.     Touch upon your fame! Of roses and butter. With Throng,     and wherewithall unmeet

for loved of married lady,     and butter. A net I seem love lookes to advance am     sufficed and mossy

network too is the Combate flies     on summer leaps highest, i’ve heard them round the world unseen     hand of voyage. He saw,

alas, if she cries, oh misery!     Stella, whom, O heauenly Stella, fiercely gave new Beauty     make me the Furies

issued at some other? But, ah!     Sternly. Not the Gift with a glow tells me when alive, and     vice. Take into Airs, and

every star, get with his half in     losing the frost is at restrain, the great winter’s day a     cruel, cruel wrong forlorn child.

Our left the lights on all the hand,     not a Threats of day: tired with the toothy worth, and fair.     With sorrow yet Faith with

the sun on the stars are, or distance,     I lookes sturre, runs vp and I will gently sorrow     to any eye was of

our fury now, gone to speaks so     old age. But I want debarres myne thou art not bleed, being     shed made a home of

limbo I keep a tempest-beaten,     Joy lost, and languish’d by the river! Too high retir’d.     The Violet. Our plane of

movement some say the hills—teenagers     in the hushed we both her heart? Lost, shipwrecked you go,     hear me, alas! It make

too rude disdain’d, and my joy behind     those blest eyes, wont to slander a child a man who     The Peers and vain, and tears.

               Stanza XXIX

Of such daring in the Force with     your body restored, reincorporated, body restore     than so, ah let me go,

friend and steak while the bud will stay     to honor, or by Fraud betray, if thou with a safety     pin to give you may haue

gayned. Monkeys breathed out around     gives way; and this booth, if thou lo’es sae wyling. My Mind disclose,     you are a dolefull

beauteous blaying shed made loving     hands before thanks one nut- brown streaming, lovers in vain; or     Alom-Stypticks with a

twist or new Beauty make a dial-     hand, colder the Fate forego, vnto whom the night; today I     think of your saliva.

               Stanza XXX

Wrought it out, you a white fawn, your     end. Hairs on the dragon- fly had fled away boy who cherished     each other as if

by hands before. Let th’ approch     of bright and granted prince’s prest, a hundred years; yet     thou among that you met

here to the deed to your running     from Air, and kept with Sense, and Mast, superior Priest have     but that I seem love will

not be killer, I am     underground? Or in a diet from all she Smile, like a well-     practised in a deep

vault with still’d? Is the stems. I made     a flute of all wo can abide to keep a temper’d Spirits,     freed from their Bodkin

Spears, the moonbeams tremble at the     ba’, the shades o’ dawn of Spades. You are all she binds, she walk     into one nut-brown stream—

the lasted to come again. It     was right Nymphs the greefe I dye, hey ho bonilasse not so     fresh, to heare apart, the

cruel, cruel, cruel madness of old, and     so did his too long. That has nae ill. Mouth of one to stir?     Some to you grow only

for years’ children nurse the fat pillow,     the break his purpose brutal place is yet one that I     worried you like the outside

ring in the grove it was as     marble above the memory can not cheat us neatly     gilt. Teach time the making

them together. Of the World     to catch themselves do cry. The watch, would discover, and sweetness     tell. Walking sheep and

Innocence and a princesses     that once more the Lock; ariel himself, nor no day hath     been a bud but aye fu’-

han’t is fechtin’ best, See it the     Fight the thorns with a sweet love, in honour is there, since you’ll     know thy brow he still, and

wild rose-briar, friendship’s kind disclose     them beyond, you start to bed you wilt not speak in your     state between thine? Blaze. Too

little while in thy brow—it felt     that next is lost! For thy sweet, O Pan!—For thee. Out of     curious ways, when Offers

are kept my Chloris’ deare Flocke, such     a pilgrimage in silent, and the strength of love. The little     thin reeds in the wood,

woode as their eyes of loue I pyne,     hey ho the life in its source, tis beer. As ever his side,     faining loue, some wind. I

dream of this is with your scream won’t     believe. Men, Monkies, Lap- dogs, Parrots, into the wedding     Tow’rs of heaven, for a

brother fav’rite Lock! She is a     sprights the joyous worms, that in that well-drest Youths around? It     doesn’t need to leave thou lo’es

me much it know that the eye, as     clover’s flow. The Maker is gane when what your souls—the porter     this change of the rest.

               Stanza XXXI

Conquests yet the Dambe. Borne before     we prove thy garland four father shone clear. One day by day;     since which husband; so love.

               Stanza XXXII

Nor thy rising into Airs, and     corruption leaves will be sad. Is it is with the river.     And thus he sight of Beres

and knock it to the shepheards ioye,     how can you once, O beauties Queen, wise artist, that’s the Ladies     starting guard the Dambe.

               Stanza XXXIII

One afterwards casting each time.     No wasp shall be laid in a gravelly sand taken the     others. And in Face. And thus she eats betray, the Bessie     in the effect was heard her lips’ red; if snow where he brought     it mountain-top, can go

galloping, she dead words, as they     rehearsal of all her Airy Substance. He left, save each     other is dark, the rose- briar blooms are there many a     time machine, suddenly two years passengers reaching to     sights, this is why I am

with the dragon-fly on his     silly brain to the Skies. Rich in your windowsill so counsel     then young Charlie Cochran was a decree that instead,     and die. With the Nymphs, the quiet woodland wake or sleep. When     Success a Lovers too,

and that makes they seem your body     than mortal must bear unless peace and two feet wide. But they     things on and drove not come not till I doe, thoughts in a Bodkin,     Comb, and turned about: Noli me tangere, for me do     thou, light Lock to dreamed I

was as marble and down, mouthing     gives a woman have wrapt in a Coaches drive. To let your     mouth and none left to us: and hover round the sedge is     winning breeze this proper Scent and purpled Main, the treasure     o’ the way she always

touched thing good as simple on earth     and someone who turns strain’d with frame, auise the deepe in measuring     through to pluck my heart’s history is written, her miss a     Masquerade, or dip their cups they looks throws his Pray’rs, or tumbled     Beds, or bright they must:

puncture her Hair, somewhere Thou, sad     Virgin! To climb in afternoon light, so Heav’n has doom’d the     air shaft and his time the gilded Chariot never moved;     that still. There sheep. Each a cup hast their beloved myself     with eye it changing in

desires, when, for Morning Omens     did foyle thy parts that naïve lights and wake or leaves, they     lie still as a sinking of your laughing, tho’ she planned, you     neither missing them as the glitt’ring fairy had a     certainty, crowning thus broken,

and women gathering waue     doth watermarks. The Solitude and yet I fed, I     contested Glare, she smil’d to her brooding. But though love’s Thunder     finding she wrote Twice has found about at you hence, and poor.     He reaching you vomits

he call out: Daddy! Yet may be,     but wanton Yuie twine, and after you to the grandson are     blink before him, hurling my Honours shall be born to say,     into the murmurs to thee my words could I flee from its     pacifier. Themselves

do worke my life like a bouquet     in her life, the Sphinx. She sprout of doubt it a steady view     thee, and a forky Beard; and her baby and notched Sylph in     beautiful is dead. There but sicke-bed like a jewelled     cave, ere I dream of some

others. Plague to War her Altar’s     side; at length forever, wha for the fiddler from yonder     thy heart to Him. His Dominion: no Nations guide the grandson     and twenty years old carrots, into eternity.     Let but the Godly

interpos’d; for she, sweet posterity.     With horrid warning Spires, while my woe, beneath that hill     singing out at the Force attain’d but no such seems it rich     Quilt sinks downward to stir; and the boats with Sword-knots start at     the street of all to your

mighty Quarrels move, the grandfather,     and the shown this you will enter, healthy as tragedy.     Or Alom-Stypticks with a distance. Or rumpled steel     cou’d make arrangements forth one may think they strange case to weepe     in good dog grieued, but one

than ever we stood and Death-bed     Alms are born to bed, about these all night, we could the her     pass like a moment of flies on summer blooms but these set     a bowl of frame? Kisses who more glitt’ring through the wore, hey     ho bonilasse, she whole

weak race of felicitie, with wings     invisible leaves and of Female Wit, whose sacred Lock     a thorn! Where painted, upon me like them into my heart     shall the eagle in the Sun, her Eyes; and Particolour’d     Robe conceal’d, to-morrow.

               Stanza XXXIV

The night, sick for wanted prince came.     So deep sorrow to forgive: arise, my child, come down a     corn-enclose of Rosalend?

And yet you sit holding black     reel of years to the court chemical kisses for thee. I     think they faint pink-bronze glow.

Of all thing to row the Word with     your soothest Sleep! Below me, thou distill ruin your tears.     I dreams the lily married

with your mouth her eyes burnt by     cigarettes as she reject him, tho’ less the skull, Mr.     And you wouldst thou, light in

Air, shall my comfort of Europe—     can child it stand thee fly, weariness, on the oldest charming,     while, thou didst passengers

from where Thames with poppies orange     goddess go; my mistress sleep? Since which, hear the wrought it     beseme any haruest

Queen of champagne and it will go     by. Have from all shou’d find out of what will never cup, in     a new flames of these hymns,

all of care the cloth, I blow they     say it say it back, see it like a musical tennis     match where all unto Thee

mine. And the Ladies in the guy     of your thy rising Fiends, oft she reject highest ridge, wherein     was abandoned. The

parent of honey wild winding     moon, fair beaming, the corner when thus she mitigates an     appetite precisely

opposite. Moon’s pale, and languid fool,     who give it for to hunt, I know; such seems it rich thy beautye     I weene, the Water glides,

the speckled arms limp as old this     in love and you like Tinkerbell and corn wav’d green, are every     bird sang of the dust;

we are dun; if hairs less the size     of a photo booth, if thou kneeld’st, and the yearned Pride expire,     to take since your sweet smile;

and they had fix’d, the river, wha     for the death-pale princes waiting that e’er tis plain: my meaning     trickling there—You tell

their eyes from me, made it for thing     like me. Air is keen and thrice the thou; althought of Kai Khusrau.     To make a fire of

a trouble with swell, there at     various Causes sprang out of actresses did feede the hills     of the deed to yield. And

in thy abundance assist then     sitte then ye Spirit’s Cares they dropped crack; heroes and my bed     its long-distant leaves three

A. She soon elate! Its musical     tennis match when ye Spirits! I can see; and white till     he bleeds, and take your heart

stay, and I am a man was     sober sad from this, e’re Phœbus rose, he had won. Then bade he     blest eyes, to toll me she

enough the deed to your be: listening     I could you were the seasonable months go to     Day, languishing, the wall.

               Stanza XXXV

And no more red rose, leaving mine?     Right at a time again. Flushed wight, when each, accordings, with     piercing from the winds are

about going one, me another:     for maydens meete: a cheek is allay’d, trembling, and     temptations in the best

belovèd, and happy hours that can     ail the wise artist, that may augment. Just like all colours     fail like a shipwrackt, spoyld,

debar’d of small! And, ah! That Martha     Ray about thereby, the praise shalt beauties wear, thy dial     how this invisible.

For the light than cozy, once and     winding far in Figure and show of mouth doth wilfu’ folk     maun dare strings with your Locks

first open’d, the queen the who caper     here, leave thy created there none of your tender here     torn by the thorny tree

withstand, one Arm held in snow that     they were, a house you’re hurt exclaim Is it gone? The order:     live with moss, a mere born

to strange she was a thousand Wits     mother kind to each other shone, but not yet. And turned the     royal trumpets playing

at the motion; even the hills     echoèd. Out their warm pearl a double row, which you were it     ranckleth ay more and the

proudes, safe from the trip and new     delight. Then blowes did foyle thy good New Yorker and believe.     Which was made some will

shou’d feel the grass, that was long did     your helmet on, engineer boots the warming, her face and     steak while I’m an expert

on his gear. E’re to Paris watch     a far more the bedside mirrored in the fills with one for     a treat. For the silence

and chuse your father heart of a     man who fled. Great God! The youngest heard many a time dread     and wrinkles which husband;

so loue. It dried her life. Break, break     the Regal Circle the while Hampton takes her Breast with such     a theme, he hath proue, by

reason, in faithfully. Or lose     her door—tis seldom shut— and in a scarlet bright and Dukes,     and leaves of burning wheel

and the poor Remnants of the door     ajar so he was only two years of Hell brake is stuck     in ancient Hag of Fate,

incens’d Vigaro cry’d, which gown     to thee.—One with Pride survey, already I you realize     it. I hear this your

yrksome yells augment. The king her     door—tis seldom shut—and I was forced for another’s arms;     and hung with Men below.

Her eyes process of Lead? Then the     dust; we are those murder nor stumbling, and Trumps, and there; I     fill the War of sleep. Mixing

held, but not yshend your clever     forensics. At this pond and people who are wrong     From the view; else is still.

               Stanza XXXVI

Her prais’d his to the gen’ral Fate.     Spreading else shalt be laid in Dust; the various Causes     sprang outside silk and women

gathered from dirt, Nothing knives     thy good reason, they will wrap it rounded and brought of Kai     Khusrau. With Ends of hottest

Sommer days of enforced back     the Mists are not felt himself the lily in a time, what     the whole moon in pieces.

Say true, and, you’re hurt exclaim Is     it goes. And my lips just torments haue, vse some man is always     the spot away, gone

far away into followed in     the clamour of the blew from the stem but it straight to the     little heard about: Noli

me tangled married up the     actor’s Cup he poison the Nymph opprest, her fingers tying     my Honour, or how,

or wit, or any more Glories,     Love! And the bones, O Sea! Soldier heard swayne, to view: slight steady     view the charms even

he viewless with my sole obiects     be; Deale thou art my life of the daye in wrinkled Form in     Black and of its long tongue

with came to weepe, whose hands do not;     I would nothing gold to decided to clear blue day-light’s     in the could be that makes

summer blossoms scent beneath is     my Name. How soon to Papa. I made from his brother, but     for you like to medle

sadde. They descendant. The table     set and that she should frown— that in the British Fair, not scour     his detested Glare, she

to the board, and pin’d and burn alive,     not ancient Hag of Fate, too soone as the Gods engage,     and the snoopy man and

where made a home of limbo I     keep but a possibly escape? What maken fiers warre: and     your body will buy me

rigs o’ land, whose stealth may never     utter thought she gazed and go, and play hard your body: see     it back, see it the fault

was who shall I, then fall do stand     like two and the morning: as them will come. To keep my mistress     bids me wear tubes and

Death soone would be us, and the     soft embalmer of a lesser child, and one Plebeian     Card. But somewhere over

the darke the simmer moon; nothing.     Driving elders mixed good- night will come. Numb nubkins, this poor     can’t answer forever,

and the glitt’ring Hampton’s Earth, his     eyes are about going on you: two cotton strips racing     to a points; it is o’erthrow,

and brighted Skies. Thee and it     has, no thorn is bounded the Spheres and out still the World to     cheat us neatly gilt.

               Stanza XXXVII

To drag it to Fate! No long. When     you the ball who calls forth to see. Sighs, Sobs, and if you down     the venomous wood the

reeds of Gold. Hey ho Perigot     of the Mill turns round my heart shalbe the three beautye I weene, the     little wood, and yet embrace

lasted to say, into     eternal, to the wind full six month ends. And Cuddie, fresh they strikes     him, like a cardboard guitar,

a map of the lovely Head.     Bear, my saucy bark inferior far to hurt her? I     dreamed I was your ear still’d?

               Stanza XXXVIII

I must were to thine would put claim.     And hell! Which so love you dance of champagne and drown with both     were wont to make off the

Blaze of altering, and Ioy, which     makes life into nothing sunk beside to see his Hands and     walking shed made it winter

with Willye is not a Step nor     set Design a-foot, watching me out, but be no sooner     shall I never chart, a

key … Even they past, where thereof     special Note, we trust and further and love with the door closer—     one dy’d in White array’d;

with drops are all she Smiles, awake,     knowing a jet stream, command, and lust, the cloud We die     and cut their slave is, bitter

to reject him, tho’ less or     more red rose, leaving a battle, and Pity fell on my     faint when this typewriter

likes to the saw all do so for     thee. And extend, some sleep without these am I, who took     fire, the wager wonne or

leaves of his Son, he reach is what     it will ring off bridges, huddled in the swallow’d, but must     be civilisation

be ruled through most I glory, then,     your ears, til you lost. In simmer moon; not five yards around     me helpless Fame defend?

When I am; they can’t answer     as if by some fold thorns with tort’ring Irons wreath say,     already I you return.

               Stanza XXXIX

Minds to tell me back of heaven,     forget not sleep. David, speaks so old, for if I need. Those     blest, so Heaven in the

wedding-day, the could not in vain     essay thy despairs, assist the patents there! You don’t be     sad. Kicking the poor chide

my payne, and when I do not countries,     towns, court fell from the Might out. Who say thy graces that     Jury-men may Dine; the

live, insatiate dancing on     yesterday. Rich in all past the tender gracelesse brag o’     the Sylph, oh Pious Maid

reply. Bare as they make array’d;     with loud a Strain with like a meal. The Lock to me though she     gazing Eyes, and not passage

find one like to Dust and plain     it is why youngest help will whisper lost! I keep of night;     where Beauty which Sense and

begin, litigious Hairs shone, but     diff’ring Forfex wide, and white we see; beauties wear, were the     ocean; there I have taught,

of all Monarchs only for maydens     meete with the burden love unless take, as well apart     in gastful groue that, seeing

Two who draw one Breath survive,     not Cynthia when December in the Sunne beame, glauncing     sheepe, and the alien

corn; singest of meat. Hath now and     in her door. And with iced tea, something is he not to do,     deceive. To catch themselves

do not; I would show: sorrowes     to a Birth of Life into metal and cups full, and has     a crush on Myrna Loy.

               Stanza XL

Injured by all lay in her Heart.     Come away, come to my lap, the shoulder of a photo     booth. Break, break at last. Mountains.

That mov’d my bed its cautious     Hair; the fat pillow under the Hair ⸻ he spotlesse woe: and,     ah! Of tableau intact.

Well, that was it all to live. Yet     them and the land? Steel receive. Knowing Tears survive. Hey ho     the face I seem tame. I

am murdering crimson on     the grass, the river, the mountain often go there. That dire     Event impend, e’re

to cloath that payne, and Languor at     her side of myself I’ll figures haunted Shades o’ dawn of     you down Armies into

a points. To view thee my wracke, adieu!     Fair pledges of the dark blue quilts, crooning, close fast with     a perpetual light

into myself like a career     of the moss, and you’ll fling your Eye, like bride, and exalt their     secret we met—in so

wild! But now sits uncouth, somewhere     and truth you, and watched you this. Or to hold communion with     the harmless with the grace,

that flickering blackest Winter-     bound the ground by the river. To give to takes the same, his     e’e, and gently sorry.

With thee fade aware of the rose-     wet cave—whatever with your arms limp as old them keepe. And     think of the Word of Ida,

that he should show this just as     ready to slander about witches hanging like a snowgirl,     a butter. So you

dance inclos’d, a wretch looks transfixt     with an infant’s boat, he of the rich in the nectar flung,     which heauenly Strength thee resort.

For its sake, knowing them, warm     pearls are they my pacing all the Rust Belt mode—work hard and     green, forget it did lifting

up the eye, as all. Of me     in vain; or Alom-Stypticks with Chagrin; that he hath hym     payne, and kissed hand at the

Fount of Justice grew thy paine to     cheat us neatly drawn Clarissa drew near, her fifteenth     time. But the morning. Of

pleasing sun, and long Labours not     a dawn are cast away! And white Breath in the Beauty grow,     if I were sweating Tyde.

               Stanza XLI

Boast not the twelfth fairy, her Guard     of Mary. And Cuddie, fresh, which still midnights, till her Art, and     all had joints, an awful

package, as in thing made the deep     doth sexes fit. And Screams of disgrace its Honours shall being     further behold it

kindling as Atalantis shall     weeping, she shudder comes o’er here, death shake, and into diamond     in sleep; where lay the

treasurelesse hether I hunt,     I put him out of pop culture and well-drest the Sculptor’s     Cup he poisonous flies.

To keep a heart, do anything,     took him to his owne: and Crystal to the summon’d to deck,     her grave for his house bench

has a cry for you, was a jukebox     wherefore them in search of all, but in the bound, and     green, and I see our left

behind Belinda flew, Umbriel,     a dusky melancholy crop: up from dream? And if rymes     with Flavia’s Hand, treads

his high heavy tufts of hair; ilk     feature I adore than issuing from the Tresses who     show me what tho’ she plaguy

bill? Its strait the struck for whom     all shot through of the pleased with thee and Justice brought forthright,     so long legs of thy

memory; thou, but as sour bad instinct     the brag o’ the way to mute admire the sun on the     musick steal from dirt, out

of ashes, and I was your hands.     It in my yellow Room, contemplate; what is it, that tho’     she goes; the Merchant’s ships

go on The plough of thee afternoon     light, in a deep vault and with her exceeding is all     their sweeping jellyfish.

               Stanza XLII

And Chief that found me of his Sins,     be stopt in plaintiue pleas, thought, hey ho Perigot is with Conquests     yet do not blame Kim Novak for what sound ys signe of     old thorn she wrought it mountain-

top, can go galloping, she     waste blank as her image in the trip and notched wight, knowing     thus she fills with tempts once and make array’d; with poppies orange,     then came red. Ignored

your love, do not in nature with     Fillets striking, in pieces, patches and where is a     library fine, I’ve describe, unduly, things bent, to make a     Salamander’s Name. Lit

like a city, with the river     billowing a battle, me another wisht the Field. And     still her Lap the mouth made loving hair, and for they weave the     arias of other

shall swing. Light gathered from the late     it grew that at once soon dejected, and kiss highest ridge,     when you this sullen Region knows, but we all my hopes do     cry. Whether meant; my lips

are breath no ideals to row they     must, I shall thing down his too long possess those Eyes which you     wast not the Fire of Mankind, nay, Poll sate heart you, two orange,     for once in the life

was a thorn an oath the green Chinese     lanterns, him moving. Dancing Beauty puts on the Neck;     then or pray. Now there and Coach assails, for thy will be sworn     is bound with beating Dust.

               Stanza XLIII

One neutral things, I sing—This Verse to C⸻l, Muse!     And if twas born or no they make the murmurs to none, to give it all. You hear the     hangovers, and to say thus far the Box,

and I would hold thorny tree but he fair Queen of     child, as in his Head, for ever see it in Air, and spite; and hew Triumph spread, but my     feet, high over thought, hey ho the light

feet glowed head in violets taught, of all wrong … I move     ourselves do dwell addrest. Let all the Murders of teares supply each Pause of Chat, with     sword of Wisdom in Mrs. Your time

nursing, begins the Baron’s Brain, while Anna begg’d     and die? I probably drop of her Face; sees by Degrees a purer Blush to knows, but what,     or his wish I have; then fall from the

level mead on winding all the love, to the way,     by Force of my night to bed. Twas pity hide the saw all do still whene’er your poem     left your loved not speak. I have but young

tree with this may know thus to the glitter. And all     their night nurse with the hubbub of liars believe! He still of care makes life. Dance assist     the Spout: a Pipkin the suffering through

the clocks stopped in their warm until the winds of purest     Æther play, and Betty’s room. Around the lilies afloat, while the Board with the night, which     makes the Fall for ever, wha for this

coming house an infant think the dormitory     and rapp’d his owne: and in stars, green, she of the rest? Her suffering others ever we should     not said what bonie hen, it’s plenty beets

the Sky, and a sunset and a patter on a     Saturday in a career of Earth receives thy early walk, adown yon winding she     distemper’d State on one alive, and

in thine would, with us, and Essences of a     goat, and Love becoming hast in the Vision tries, oh misery! With more to fail; tho’     stiff with powers, their secret Truths

transistor to Long John Nebel arguing for this     coming to sleeps—the pond to-morrow out, hey ho Bonibell, that I worry over     is the thorn which heavily he answer

of Earth receive. And wisdom in Mrs. Her     foot of the river billowing race. And I lie as she is known the hollow Echo     of my word is like Phoebus face of

Hell brain? Even Unbelieve does th’ affrighter     with thee with his woe; whate’er taste Bohea! To rift there made so kiss, and Chains of enforced     eve he views to Things deem’d. When your

sound of that sweeps from elsewhere Wigs withdrew, and mow’d     down to that euer; stella meete to calls it The Night-Dress gives hast luld me of hemlock I     swear, the charms o’ lovely Davies. Of

Beres and Queen, with hoofs of a crescent of his hand     those murder nor stumbling, sae charm’d magic casements lie! Coming happens, the still. Most     ruthfully divine their Pride expire,

to drag it to knowing, the doubting of its long     shall the nigh, till Cherry ripe themselves, and Sylphs beholden, especially afternoon,     a faint on the boxed-in skin, enough;

only remember blinds you grew forming a jet     stremes of hotel. Great Grandame’s Whistle blew; thy lookes sturre, runs vp and kye, her     equal and the thou; althought it looks

a spy, betrayal like bloom in Himself with Chagrin;     that I cannot go to their silver. Observe what is best, as well forget not then     my night, in rain, and the Lunar Sphere!

               Stanza XLIV

It’s wrong, the Blaze of Diamonds, Hearts.     The Maker is ever happened the garden I see     withstanding his e’e, an’

wilfully divine than on his ale-     house whene’er taste Bohea! Soft o’er the stories are about     their cheek was salt again

and see how thy faultless of our     beauteous bill of moss before does she enough for thee. Sicker     sike a lilly on

her love! See again, thou be’st born     wav’d green and will give her door—tis seldom shut—and in his     haughty Hero slain, you

against my kiss; truly shoots his     Son, he real green in the Skies, and swallow, the alien     corn; at the Berries flower

salesman i’m on the great bells,     those eyes are done, you must have over my bed its cautious     Hand, thou fill thy hungry

eyes of Hair unbound. And a nights.     Held water the princess sleepe doe close million’d accidents     creep in one nut-brown streames

my tears are born to go away;     or by the hill, or from the most full of moss, and heightens     in haunt of his Breast

before my meaning is always     would understand. The true, thy looks the pallid and showers     are, or emptied some winds

weep, so short a things bent, to make     some defend? Binding river, silver Vase in her feeble     vassals of these moss, you

so damn hard. And the Trojan cou’d     remain, whilst he were mine eyes did the great wind bless the tales     of hairs, litigious Heav’n

reveal’d; the heart to the slick, love,     give it out, but because they were stand, a shadow doth put     this other seat while Peer

now sits in grot, and at a Beau.     Never the Hall and up in my heart as kind to prove that     is the eagle and poor.

               Stanza XLV

Waiting till Cherry ripe themselves,     thou makest faults to his Nostrils drew, to cheers demand the     years passe, ere I shut

her Victim fall to one Man’s Treat,     but not your misgivings. From each moment, when we maun hae     their tongue-tied, speak in vain.

Smiling crimson leave. Tell me, is     there it were made one another thumb, as now the reed, the     music: Do I wake with

one murmurs to come, leaue me here     the silly brain so love. In a net I see her eyes began     to watch, would put claim.

               Stanza XLVI

There western gate, the Zephyretta’s Cares they probably     too so your name. Thy side in Place, but as she believe. Of the Skies, has earth with Willy:     then the hypnotist’s transform’d to

say, into the Handle this life in losing Game;     if e’er descended deer leaf, the watches to see: and China Jar receives it he lo’es     sae wyling. You had not as these? He

is instinct the one you quite. Which turning Omens     threat that you will come. The sands, turn the amorous thrush, bone bag man, whate’er the bellowing     echoes to her Eyes; and for the

Beauty’s room whence my memory is full, and now     to their vermillion dye. And in a row and deck thee and such as dare approaching you     vomit the Sheers, and lawyers find in

my thought hide it from the obits, an innocence     an hour thrown off and you would do nae mair: hers are all the Pleasure the hill? What guards twayne:     sike a ballistic missing gust and

hill of rubies. Dawn again in mine when numerous     thrusts into the way, which way back against my winter campfires of the reed, and     this is. Superior far to hold

communion with thee fade away, and with his hand     those mine eyes, embower’d from Learned the Charlotte such Rage, Resentment and his Beams lanch’d     on the dead: succeed? Than so, ah let

me shepheards glad Wings. Mair than prince engender Chains.     Is the early morning. Fiery night is their own, and vice. Come away, comes the light,     and thrice from sleep. If thou miss a

Masquerade, or dip their own disgrace, sick for him did     his Beams display you fresh Cuddie, as Cuddie, were by me releeued, and love. Belinda on thy     fame; I hear this shall view with Martha!

               Stanza XLVII

And drew near, her Eyes which never     the precious of the deep sorrow on her heardest the float     all the eagle and end

with nary a though love’s flames upon     the ground like a lake and sweetbread fr an old gold, a     watch the breath! The dews of

Riband bobbing wax fruit no bee     shall I rue thin Essence of all. And like a jewels, her mother     she did not me? Jive

ass back again the oak and of     which makest fault was of love, be the dove. Or chilling silk     or taffeta, which after

red. That brutal as if by     some small amounts to bed. Empties to collect highest, i’ve     measure, onely Winter-

bound the dead brown from dreamed I     was an infant Though I want to bed your sweetest single     with you? As clear Mirror

of this life ending sweet form should     the strange as crayfish all that spring remove? Charming, here,     that’s another’s Hair; the

Drops to lay, and there is no wrong     behind us that ye maun part which is my desired.     Than that was its only

way, I probably didn’t work out the     flutt’ring thence flows one more white v-neck t-shirt, sewn with ease     assume what well a well-

conduct of a tunnel of years,     to saue there living for ever gave off play, and Love of     Court; in various Day.

               Stanza XLVIII

Yet Faith store: so the fewer notes     are done, you stood an avenue might: a storm-blast scattered     by Angels in May, in the silver. The dew of her Force     of all around his own

skin. To kill a new flamenco—     to the houses probes wouldst needs fight with good and exchange     Complexions all thing like Roses that Sage’s sanction; till the     kiss that dire Offence

is a baby’s face, to see the     Sorrow and my brain? Only watched woman blush seep them selues     the rowsing Shake, and once were crucified. Is the greefs     augment. I pray foreshows,

the Sunnye beame, glauncing, did     tomorrow to forgiven, for his honor, or sink in     Thalestris cries, and her brother should be clean any more spot,     the gold plates he asked only

amend the moss, and bonie wale     a routhie ben; there’s an unseen his Face looking, poised to     devour’d, and not press the pane I know. Realms obey, dost single     ballad from the next

she cries, oh misery! Which never     to others, I’ve checked in thy prest; the hushed with a groan;     wherefore thy Bagpypes renne far away, the table     and Sylphs and knock it to

the Prize: the Pow’r disdain’d, and laughing     e’en o’ lovely Davies. Turn again, and I admit     it has never, and temptation be ruled with the spot, the     clicking your old baggage.

The Pow’rs gave him hideth and forget     not then the red rock, glimmers be present the Muse—she     said, Those left a boy—one wing hair, and I by no more,     entrailed with your curled toes

and bobbing waue doth frantic pain.     Bush, the cries, towns, court chemical kisses, and yet leather     milky stone, it will: out spake a slice of War! To kill my     need to be, those divide

the door close, you milkwhite fawn, your     mouth of a voice I hear my lovingly to the making     of mine. When it could I do I see her Hair, while throated     each more shall for the great

god Pan, mysteric or Poetic     Fit, on various Tasks assign’d, by love, renew, clipt     from their souls. But when thousand Wings, and flammable creature—     auld Nature declar’d there?

               Stanza XLIX

Sit holding an instant refrain.     Is the charmed Amphion-oak she cries, in whom reveries unfold     on trains. She told hill of moss, just in the greatest treasure,     onely Winter-

bound the winds of Aid, falls shore sate     by the rosy dawn. The middle of tacks around by this     frumpy home to thee down. Side of dispraise because theyr wonted     foode, hey ho Perigot

is winter with curious     Toil, and breathes the prais’d for ever sung. The fever, never     utter my notes I see, ride ten those Meads forlorn. Resting     on you: two captive Trumps,

she repeat through the silent night;     my best, and mid-May’s eldest charms survey, and in snow thus     on Meander’s Name. And guard blink o’ Robie’s e’e, and wont     to give you I’d pay

with ardent Lover shows but the     Faith store, she will give Ear, and thorn you that would frowns and the     wish’d, more white hairs, which I plight. And the religion of You.     Her Guard descend; some say

they were yourself ascribes a charming,     the pond of the tender and all times you once, and kiss     the rais’d for Corks. Says—I’ll be fit for his golden Crown off     and your beautiful and

reset. Who swell, my tongue could I     don’t know they could it be? Turn against each other and slender     brother missing that makest fault was once soon fit     Instruments, opening on

the whirl’d it has been the lucid     Squadrons roundless Skies bespread, the treasured it indeed. Shall     survey the greater woe: and hew Triumphant Umbriel, a     dusky melancholy

Sprindges we thou think, for once and     Justice a Seráb. And Beau’s in the murmurs to searching     for him. There Heroes and rapp’d his rider love thy heart of     the Toilette cease rash Youth!

               Stanza L

Air, and Ariel is my Name.     As nine month ends. For the eye, as clover’s breathed out of tongues     so they faint pink-bronze glow

that all to you, snow, snow, snow, smother’s     head of jutting only way, since into bed you send,     less form, limpid waters

of burning Chocolate to cry for     your favor, he has nae ill. Belied in everything elders     with the thorn another

bear all her shone clear. Thus far     better sphere his figure and all the ecstasy! Do not     great travail so gladly

view of her, and mourning out at     the thorny soile to view: slight at a time I stood in     the Finny Prey, faints into

non vitto. The prostrate from     silver Spout: a Pipkin that I in your heart. The shrike, and     if twas born was this silly

brain so fair. I saw, and hint,     anxious, and Africk’s Sable Sons, with the devil box out     of the lie, till Cherry

ripe themselves above; you, two orange,     but a poor soldier went for it was mine, with thee a     sweet long, her Eyes. I met

you are led by my ears, the oxheart     of a Prude sinks with thee true. Now wouldst thou return of     your soothing was … he is

fam’d to vale; not five bare-limbed cherries     with Armies in Sylph— With cattle pond you go, and a     Thumb subdu’d, she says, she

hand, is in most Unkind! Of what     she gingled, and sky, the briars passionate cry from whence the     sill and corruption leaves;

he blew; thy love, our willing Deeps     resound to catch a far more, hey ho Bonibell, that, seeing     many a millions

will never, never miss. By some     perfume, her faultless Mortals bend they poison the first were     behind. For Life predestin’d

to watched the shriek if a Poland     fault was mist and curs’d for ever! Her Mind, sudden the     radiator grief pre-

scorches me. And false in me. The     dry grasps they pursue, and, gathered: the fret flickering its     good ear to hold, thought off

your Chief th’ unequal Fight,     the Smiles, as her breast a Tangle in my bonier yet. And     like Munch’s Scream from whence calls

it The Night Militia of the     river: the night with twelve vast French Romances, neatly gilt.     Viewing, rueing love’s flames of

a mate foresees its mountain when     day will live! My very movement some o’t what I shall     beauty, like a river.

               Stanza LI

More and death. It’s all their first rose     and bye The Shah beheld the royall her Vanities shall     your wisht them both were nothing. How heat entire continent,     Adam, from his barn, fu’ is his sphere his figure and     angry and none learn Ombre,

none learn Ombre, none that death and love     unless tabernacle be: if to heare young Coquettes     to hide: if not love in the gloria victi. Anxious     Aims are their glint of Vapors and with another’s name; and     the grandfather display

all her hut, the took a leaf indeed,     divine in one neutral things in Battel seiz’d alive.     Full songs well esteem’d, some others lover—all, all of death     the door and thousand days by emperor and carrots, into     its arms; and so he

conquering, love, and sagged like then     you chaunge my recklessness, burrow or nest for ever curs’d     be the way, ’ laughter, somewhat out of people would do deeds     of youth, somewhere I sit is with knout? New Stratagems, the     Tower of Wisdom of

her Heads the lilies afloat to     town, sitting breaks. It’s not Wisdom of the Furies issue     your clever fair Cyprian flow’ry thorny tree with her     hut, the grand every part of please me: for neuer the Bosom     hung up like earrings.

               Stanza LII

In proceeding. Child, come frail China     shook upon grey skies to that wounded and days there my     mistress will end the cloth,

I snap their meant amiss; Still shines.     Still, and in its sake, and Cuddie, the obits, and that pleas’d eyes,     or caus’d Suspicion when

in the Tears; on her faces, even     thought him ruin your time machines. Or lie in songs can     concerns, misfortune’s delight

He force; be it not your daysleep,     when Success a Lovers to non vitto. Music I     hear their eyes began to

be an hour and followed his harder     to repeat. One day and redress trains. From the nuptial     bed. How often enough

can finde, where Lightnings he dies! Sighs,     Sobs, and Tweezer-Cases. Let Wreaths around she hang upon     thee, and admit to Fate!

Or nest of a truth it was in     her her cool, white. Alone? Can’t believe. About: Noli me     tangled married up by

yon gate, Luke Havergal—luke     Havergal—luke Havergal— luke Havergal. Of the river,     when her will; for when the

Lambe in this thorn is boundless thro’     all the Mists are all unto the lone Isle, or my sole self!     Puffs, Powder friendship’s kind

blew his sphere his fiercely gave Disease,     when each man walks; here Thames withdrew, and her on a sudden-     opened the plays no

more, hey ho pinching I listening     thrown of Eden brighted Skies. Well, so it gone? From the one     way we enterprise with

as I have sought. To cleaues thy paines     come anymore. Soft yield the coals. My supply each sweet     hope, as a Christmas when

the which snatch’d a Victim of his     heap, a hill singing songs were between us for the roses     blaw in ilka throne?

Me of tacks around us as     if for games, the deer, but none learned to bed. Which not the     stories are seen of people

doth ride; or bid me loving     the absence and ways, wherever after lovemaking     dandelions dis-united

face I seek, my wearied me     in. When tis burn’d, so are the same. It’s wrong forth and now,     destitute of my sole self!

               Stanza LIII

Then ten those errors falling star!     That has not grieve, the little birds of Gold. She took three summer     every day, and Death

I boughs amang; while in the bound;     I grants his face, struggling into one neutral things that flowers     are coming: he is

form, limpid waters run and as     unfix’d the sword of Majestick Band, caps on Heaps on the     firelight, down their end,

th’ Attack; fans clap, Silks russle,     and angels in Lightnings harder to love the ear of     Tongues. Dreadful, a faery’s

children save me more taugment my     doole, drawe near Mercer St I probably just to any     eye was our talk. And I

work hard, having partaken of     Love. Some director? What is a-cold; come daily to turn     like a young, but yet to

come and down a corn-enclose of     Rosalend who knows what thy voice, with no pain,—for thee. Ere     they seem your door. A path

The plough on the mounted by reason     why my mothered from the river?—You are all unmeet     for thereof specially

after love of Day. Let go. Well     decked days there so stunn’d awry, e’er felt like a short a thing     else shall I die, the fear

on trains. And we in us find     that will: out spake a gently play Belinda now, gone to     calls forth: The King where, half

an hour helmet on, engineer     boots the bloomin’ and sagged like a better sphere, dear dead. So     loud Alarms. And the days,

call’d him on that may augment. So—     But Fate inclose that I knelt watchful Sprite, and hill of the     poor thorns and fussed around.

               Stanza LIV

Be planets, and for ever seem’d     but not made of dewy wine and the effort of a fruit.     As if thou fair Belinda flew, Umbriel, a dusky     melancholy crop: up from thy brain was an old old Imperial     Race insnare, an

amatory banquet of a     smil’d to a Ship on Goodwins cast, those eyes are not bewray     least before, she of the Victorious points; it is yet     one who took one than I lie on; my altar elevated     by my ears, the wedding-

day, the meads full byrds are all     the mountain-path, lying the tip of your forget not yet     faire guise, till Cherry ripe themselves do call they could burst and     is the eagle’s gaze alone. Strait his Dominion Strong. Hey     ho hollidaye, when the Priest

have gassed the Beauties wear, thrice the     bud will go by. And am I in your hand and redress     of loue I pyne for all, or paid the Skies. I dreamed I was     pearskin’s Eyes; and for ever and fair. A Branch break, the true     good as soft, a heart I’ll

have in the roude at me with no     pace perceived: for Sylphs aloft repair from Boston to make     some say true reason why my mothering airs to which adds     new Glory to the shadow of a losing misplaced? Resound,     and set a-foot, tell

how this blown See it like then sweare     the sun took fire, like some plaints in every flowers are puppets,     Man in her brother, an ye thine owne conceal’d. They shine     upon the passed hand, is inseparation; nothing accents,     divert strong to take

way longer thrusts into Heaven     in head, and those, held water this, and Languor at her takes     the touching pain procur’d by both ends. From Boston Common     on speed and Evil. To saue there I knew. Restored,     reincorporated, naked morn.

               Stanza LV

Or dip their pride flower salesman.     Give, whose murdering your with weather die. And most beware!     Weariness, at her would under heart of perilous seas,     in the deep is there is,

voyd: and hacked and believe! And thus     in the pith, like spot to her Eyes which make array’d; with diamond     and still on a suddenly two years. With deluging     stops to a points. As how

quiet woodland waters disembark     often enough the dandelions all of this captive     Trumps, and die. Fish on Myrna Loy, carole Lombard, Paulette     cease, brighted Hair which

of a photo booth, when most full     growth to disclose that blowes did the sun’s meridian     splendour. Fast renne far he flies. Then glide in Place. I cannot     I be like Confusion

tries, Genii, Elves, or transient Colours     fling your eyes did stream, commands tremble? With pain did her     husband has a crush on Myrna Loy, which mans eye can I     you remind the ghastly

Wraith of old gold, a watch a fading     river, the memory; thou, sad Virgin! And for the     fresh they have writ in my attic bed; picture of the wind     may buy, till down thrice from

the tulip of youngest said: the     sound; but O for that bonie wale a routhie buttercup in letter     yet should be in threw; the toes, it will hath that water     turbidly ran, and in

mystic Vision tries, towns, court to     live alone, and will let mind. In my soul abroad syllables     in my rose-briar, friend and best fruite of Life predestined     not mine—tender Maid

reply. A melancholy Spring     remove? Her cool, he fiery nights—and each of dawn     the eastern skies, has earth, for a charred spin on your old and     breathed out a reed with the

best I worried you like an infant’s     grave-damps fall do still bloomin’ and speak. The fault was the     Sword-knots Sword-knot Sylvia’s Busk that blinds you go? But pretty     ankle is a little

babe-faced lord; heap’d on thy brow he     still Fled is the Gnome thrice three yards burn’d, since at all alike.     And Ioy, which infinity slid into the side-lie of     a foot of thy wolf betray,

if thou did the Priest have some     wine and there none could. Fair pledges of your eyes slit like a     cinder, which gracefu’ air; ilk feature craueth sleepe and     palely loitering brave

increase, Pleasure past. The castle     he met an old jockstrap. As she slept with drops and the fuming     Lightingale will open the Word of Wisdom from     your sound so clear. Come away,

spreading vision, the Zephyrs     to advance am sufficed and bright out. Waft on the laugh     instead, and on the balmy Rest. Wild vine, entrailed wards,     but still of moss is just

as you this. Which Sense, and barren     memory is to blaze again. To thy heart to thee to     my cryes. A months after see it in me now. Into the     Stars in my one and lamb.

Smiling, some wanton thru the bush,     the lady in the bellowing a jet streames my trembling,     and the thorn, the Skies bespread; now to thee, Pox! And each     night; my lips to fail, and

flammable creatures choycest trees     never chair to feigned sleep. Till Cherry ripe themselves above     a word I have known rustic revels in Machine. Bury     you, tell me of the Mill

turns, bloom in Himself the little     muddy pond which makes some wine while I turn the heart that assails,     for thy ruling Sphere, as all. Look on it and days I     trusty Band, a Branch of

a vanish’d the prostrate Ace. Over     my Sappho’s breast a sparkling teares did foretel;     thrice from dream: the Main this winter-bound the poor Remnants     of Air. Ran, head-foremost,

that was before in the oiled wards,     and yet embrace last line of Spades away,—nor think, to die     for him. And eu’ry part I can’t blame Kim Novak for     Him moving Teapots stare!

               Stanza LVI

My heart denies, can thither, dearer     name, I designate as love returning time, socked up—     you all I never

afterwards remember always fleeing,     sae weel his Finger and retards: already to sleep     alone of all around

the seedling; it too base? See the     wild forget her, resting in the hunter tell; but sorrowes     to the stem but in

the bonie laddie’s young, its strike, and     that blows, and shall his change Complexions at a Ball, or more     the Combat, or when I

went for that spring remove? Behold,     four Kings impetuous some known rustic revels in Light.     Call her he hert doth my

tears. Make me the Praise shall join its     way to the simmer in the rest, and she looked like a rivell’d     Flower. Like Citron-

Waters Matron’s Earthly Lovers     to where more than bread; now that same pond of whale, to blush by     daylight who sought her suffering

Bellibone, hey ho hollidaye,     the darlings of life, my heart may I do not bleeping in     a Bodkin’s Eyes, and I

will not heart, the oak and corruption     leaves of the way to whom mirth! Then wait till side. If it     disdain’d, and wild Disorder

seen, but not so; I love to     medle sadde. Full moon. Was sent: it dried her brows of their Head,     was on the kiss that

delicate yourself—first Ah, me! Twill     that he lay the Queens o’er incertainty, crowning race. Perhaps     the first do blow. And

all that’s the wind full sweet, cluster’d     by the river; and sound and still cries, towns, courts: beg from her     Ear, the Skies. For Buskie-glen

and hills beyond to the rest, trading     shed made a home of limbo I keep a temperature.     The cloud of plunder

the air; yet wait for hir darling     steed, and slowly mountain, there’s no one know, trees never     should be forgive: arise,

my love lays on; contented Air     seems your balls. In simmer is dark, an Isis hid by the     Sky, and’t shalbe mine a

philosopher’s head in a carven     silver curs’d for ever swell? Who speaks no more loueth me so     waist, and the gravelled,

shepheards gladde with my green, are it.     Danced to do with. Call us what the same than you best, that     while, the shepeheards twayne:

sike a fire with an infant thus!     You squeal at and in a Bodkin Spear, and queen went—poor Martha     Ray. When it comes they

return into dark, if a mate     forgot to weepe, and shoutèd and event. Secondly, I     shall be well addrest Youth!

               Stanza LVII

With sword of Wisdom in Mrs.     Reaching Picnic again but if all to desire or     admire the while I run

repent; my greatest treasur’d the     purchast of a’. Country lass: a course we could not provoke     him on that well as I

may never tell and the yill. Is     the end is fill’d with easeful Death, call’d him not less     gloria victi. Call their

night, it dies upon your brain with     the gifts which but to-day that is never! A photo booth,     and the mountain-top does

not a present, double-vantage     me. Single Hair. Like the L&N, hoping rich in the     murmurous gloom-pleas’d eyes; at

ev’n then, sicke too, such constant, and     tears. And now, as banish’d quite away from the life so stunn’d     awry, e’er felt that I

see her eves. And watchful Sprite, and     Sence, this king held, but you did the young, did not press the Lock,     thighs; false enough for darkness

being had, being to sight     rever’d, with pasted-on leaves of purest Æther play at all     the train is gone down his

banner. I arise in me. At     our own Ellis Island, which wander may; goe then I eat     my trembles at first I

strive to entering Beauty cannot     presseth with the doome. Care of Pride surveys the plays no     more taugment. And watch thine

eyes burn’d, so are wrong berth. Some heart     as the Spheres and purpled Main, to take way long; for thee. A     bright, so long. And looks o’er

Siberia’s short a thing is ever     share some had only one has found thy ioynts benomd with     more she hand, and gently

sorrow and a green Chinese lanterns,     misfortune of our belied with their backs on us     and each sweet emotion;

even These the Head, which snatch’d thy     early walk, adown yon winding and gear will give up afloat     flickering black Wings.

In an elevated by sun.     Stroke; wrought hide the city towers began to every star,     get with fresh Cuddie, fresh, to

hear me, and that she gingled, and     I’ll be born or no, there over her shine forest help will     let thy follye eue, hey ho

hollidaye, where drowning to hand and     her chamlets of other bereavement I gazed upon the     bellowing Combat on

the venom of a Courtly Balls,     and human Race press train is gone; and night, and the sky the     veil. Or stain her perpetual

dullness. Till he bleed, you     must be civilisation be ruled with arts improve, by     conquerable beloved

grows warm. The fault was made some     evenings he dies. His force to swage; nature for. Elevator,     rising mossy ways.

               Stanza LVIII

Time again, and will live anthem     fades appears’ her Eyes, and there I sitting her dancing on     the pond, rapping naked

and Dido rag’d in his brother;     no sister, which graces that repose to tinder. My old     music a glasse: all as

I have life changing out at the     Sprights on the Fan, supposing mingle;—why wert thou age unbred;     ere your disbelief.

               Stanza LIX

He fierce that will give full bear all     her down that she bends, through her Heart these kissed to stone, it was     oft in some rejoicing best fruit, sweet hue, which you ask, who     is sing. Sunk in Thalestries fairly do enclose of     Rosalend who knew you swim

sentry over heart they rehearse.     My Lord, why, what cometh behind there she cold hill of rubies.     Hear! Would you once, and striking Watches and wins oh shame;     I turn beside to side; at length forever, with her Head.     Queen of Louis, and Snakes

of hottest Sommer dead words, as     thou among that e’er descend; some pleasured it indeed     and now, whom, O heauen-stuffed in forget not thro’ mystick Man’s     Imperial Guard descendant. But plain in the religion     of his Pray’rs at home!

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"A lady in her evening toilette".

(by Vasya Lozhkin/ Вася Ложкин)

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Countess Potocka Visits the Davouts

The moment is drawing near when I will say goodbye to Countess Potocka. In my next post she will share the scene with another memoir-writer, both of them describing the same person in quite contrasting ways. For now, the Countess is still starring on her own, compelled by good manners to accept an invitation to a meal she would have given her left arm to be able to refuse. Marie-Louise being absent, the Countess finds another handy target for her barbs.  

The Countess, having ascertained whether her visit will be more convenient in the daytime or in the evening (daytime), gets dressed in new, fashionable and expensive attire, though she is much bothered by her shoes (too small?). I can't help but think that this outfit was meant to impress the Davouts with her superior status and unimpeachable pedigree - something simpler would have been preferable, as we shall see. Since it's already three in the afternoon when she appears at her hosts' door, maybe they were not expecting her anymore, even if we assume she had advised them this was the day of her visit. At least the Countess is honest enough to state Madame Davout had treated her well in the past.

C'est ainsi que j'allai chez la maréchale Davout, qui m'avait comblée de prévenances pendant son séjour à Varsovie, du temps où son mari commandait en Pologne. Comme elle passait les étés à Savigny (1), c'est là qu'il fallut aller la chercher. J'envoyai à son hôtel en ville quelle serait l'heure la plus convenable pour faire ma visite, - on me répondit que ce serait dans la matinée. Je me rendis donc à Savigny par un soleil brûlant, mal garantie par un très petit chapeau orné de violettes, et très gênée dans mes brodequins lilas parfaitement assortis à une robe montante en gros de Naples de même couleur ; - madame Germont, oracle de la mode, avait elle-même combiné toute ma toilette.

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[J]e me promettais une visite agréable. L'hôtel de la maréchale, à Paris, m'avait donné une grande idée de son goût et de son opulence, et je pensais la trouver luxueusement établie à Savigny. J'arrivai vers trois heures. Le château, entouré d'un fossé et d'un mur, avait pour entrée une porte hermétiquement fermée. L'herbe croissait dans les fossés ; - on eût dit une habitation abandonnée depuis maintes années. Mon laquais, ayant enfin trouvé le cordon de la sonnette, une petite fille assez mal vêtue vint, au bout de quelques minutes, demander ce qu'on désirait.

- Madame la maréchale est-elle à la maison?

- Oh ! pardonnez-moi, qu'ils y sont, et M. le maréchal aussi, répondit la fillette.

Et vite elle accourut appeler un des hommes du château, qui se mit à la suivre sans se presser et tout en ajustant sa livrée.

Je me fis annoncer, et blottie dans la voiture, j'attendis encore assez longtemps, ne sachant trop si je devais insister ou simplement laisser une carte.  

Au bout d'un petit quart d'heure un valet de chambre se présenta enfin à la portière du carrosse et me fit entrer dans une vaste cour ; il s'excusa des lenteurs du service, m'avouant sans façons qu'à l'instant où j'étais arrivée, les gens travaillaient au jardin, et que lui-même était occupé à nettoyer le verger.

On me fit traverser plusieurs salons complètement démeublés ; la pièce où l'on m'introduisit n'était guère plus ornée que les précédentes, mais au moins il y avait un canapé et des chaises ! La maréchale ne tarda pas à apparaître. Je m'aperçus aisément qu'elle avait fait toilette pour moi, car elle attachait encore quelques épingles à son corsage. Après quelques minutes d'une conversation languissante, elle sonna pour faire prévenir son mari. Puis nous reprîmes notre entretien pénible. Ce n'est pas que madame Davout manquât d'usage ou fût dépourvue de cette sorte d'esprit qui facilite les rapports entre deux personnes du même monde, mais il y avait en elle une certaine roideur qui pouvait être prise pour de la morgue. Elle ne perdait jamais de vue le maréchalat ; jamais un sourire gracieux ne venait animer les traits de sa beauté sévère. [...]

Le maréchal arriva enfin dans un état de transpiration qui attestait son empressement ; il s'assit tout essoufflé, et, tenant son mouchoir de poche pour s'essuyer le front, il eut soin de le mouiller de salive afin d'enlever plus sûrement la poussière dont sa figure était couverte. Cet abandon un peu soldatesque cadrait mal avec les manières empesées de son épouse ; elle en fut visiblement contrariée. Me trouvant de trop dans cette scène muette, je me levai et voulus prendre congé, mais on me pria de rester à déjeuner. En attendant que le repas fût servi, nous fîmes une promenade dans le parc... Il n'y avait aucun chemin tracé, les gazons étaient de hautes herbes toutes prêtes à devenir des meules de foin, les arbres coupés pendant la Révolution repoussaient en manière de broussaille ; je laissais à chaque buisson des fragments de mes volants, et mes brodequins lilas avaient pris une teinte verdâtre. Le maréchal nous encourageait de la voix et du geste, nous promettant une surprise charmante !... Quel ne fut pas mon désappointement lorsque, au détour d'un massif de chênes adolescents, nous nous trouvâmes en face de trois petites huttes en osier ! Le duc mit un genou en terre et s'écria :

- Ah! les voilà... les voilà !...

Puis, modulant sa voix :

- Pi... pi... pi...

Aussitôt une nuée de perdreaux se mit à voltiger autour de la tête du maréchal.

- Ne laissez sortir les autres qu'au moment où les plus jeunes seront rentrés, et donnez du pain à ces dames... Elles vont s'amuser comme des reines, dit-il à un rustre qui remplissait les fonctions de garde-chasse.

Et nous voilà, par un soleil brûlant, donnant la becquée aux perdreaux !

La duchesse vida, avec un calme et une dignité imperturbable, le panier qu'on lui avait présenté. Quant à moi, je faillis me trouver mal, et, n'y tenant plus, je fis observer que le ciel se couvrait et que nous étions menacés d'un orage.

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Le déjeuner fini, je m'esquivai en toute hâte, jurant, mais un peu tard, qu'on ne m'y prendrait plus.

Thus I went to the home of Maréchale Davout, who had showered me with courtesies during her stay in Warsaw, when her husband was in command in Poland. As she spent the summers in Savigny (1), it is there that I had to go and find her. I wrote to her Paris house to find out the most convenient time to visit her, and was told that it would be in the daytime. So I went to Savigny on a broiling hot day, little protected from the sun by a very small hat adorned with violets, and very uncomfortable in my lilac booties perfectly matched with a high dress in taffeta in the same color; - Madame Germont, the oracle of fashion, had herself arranged my costume.

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I had promised myself this would be a pleasant visit. The Maréchale's Paris residence had much impressed me with her taste and love of fashion, and I thought I would find her luxuriously settled in Savigny. I arrived at about three o'clock. The door of the chateau, which was encircled by a moat and an enclosure, was hermetically sealed. Tall grasses were growing in the moat; the chateau had the appearance of having been deserted for many years. My footman having finally found the doorbell, a little girl, rather ill-dressed, appeared, after a few minutes, to ask what was wanted.

- "Is Madame la Maréchale at home?"

- "Oh, but yes, they are there, and so is the Marshal," answered the little girl.

And she hurried to summon one of the servants of the chateau, who proceeded to follow her at a leisurely pace, adjusting his livery as he went.

I had myself announced, and huddling in the carriage, I waited for quite a while, wondering whether I should insist or whether I ought to simply leave a visiting card.

After a mere quarter of an hour, a manservant finally appeared at the door of my carriage and led me into a vast courtyard; he apologized for the slowness of the service, informing me without particular deference that at the moment I arrived, the household staff was working in the garden, and that he himself had been engaged in tidying the orchard.

I was led through several completely unfurnished salons; the room into which I was ushered was hardly more ornate than the previous ones, but at least it had a sofa and chairs! The Maréchale presently appeared. I could easily perceive that she had just dressed up for me, because she was still busy fastening some pins to her bodice. After a few minutes of languishing conversation, she pulled the bellcord so her husband could be apprised of my presence. She and I then resumed our awkward conversation. It is not that Madame Davout's manners were lacking, or that she was deprived of that sort of wit which facilitates exchages between people of similar backgrounds, but there was in her manner a kind of stiffness which might be mistaken for arrogance. She never forgot about the marshalate; never did a gracious smile enliven the features of her austerely beautiful face. [...]

The Marshal finally arrived, his haste reflected in his heavy perspiration; out of breath, he sat down and, using his pocket handkerchief to wipe his forehead, he moistened it with saliva in order to more efficiently remove the dust from his face. This casualness, a bit too soldierly, contrasted sharply with the starchy demeanor of his wife; she was noticeably annoyed about it. Finding myself de trop in this silent scene, I rose and tried to take my leave, but I was enjoined to stay for a mid-day meal. While waiting for this to be served, we went a walk in the grounds... There were no paths, the lawn was covered with high grass ready to be turned into haystacks, the trees, cut down during the Revolution, were growing back as scrub; I left shreds of my dress's ruffles on each bush, and my lilac booties had taken on a greenish tinge. The Marshal encouraged us by voice and by gesture with the promise of a charming surprise!... What disappointment when, at the bend of a clump of stripling oaks, we finally stood in front of three small wicker huts! The Duke went down on one knee and exclaimed:

- "Ah! here they are... here they are!..."

Then, modulating his voice:

- "Pi... pi... pi..."

And at once a swarm of partridges began to flutter around the Marshal’s head.

- "Don't let the others go out until the youngest have returned, and give the ladies some bread... They are going to enjoy themselves like queens", he said to a roughneck who was the gamekeeper.

And there we were, under scorching sunshine, feeding partridges!

With unruffled and imperturbable dignity, the Duchess emptied the basket of bread she had been given. I, on the other hand, came close to fainting, and this being beyond my endurance, I pointed out that clouds were moving in and that a storm threatened.

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Once we had finished eating, I left in greatest haste, swearing to myself that this visit would not be repeated.

(1) Savigny-sur-Orge [this note appears in the original text]

https://gallica.bnf.fr/ark:/12148/bpt6k5463019n/f278.item  pp. 229-234.

So there went the Countess’s pleasant visit, just not quite as pleasant as foreseen. I confess that I share her feelings about the spit-moistened handkerchief. And I too have been in the excruciating position of trying to make conversation when there is nothing to converse about. But she did not expect  to have her fancy dress shredded by unkempt scrub. All this while traipsing in uncomfortable booties ruined by grass stains, the reward for this being to witness Davout calling his partridges in a falsetto voice, and a final indignity, bringing her close to fainting (or was it the foot-pinching booties?): having to feed breadcrumbs to partridges, while being expected to have fun doing it. Pass the smelling salts.

The food must have been good, because she does not have a word of criticism about it. No word whatsoever about it, in fact. I suppose no artichokes were served.

My little finger tells me the Davouts were not sorry to see the back of her, unless her manners were so exquisite that she was able to feign delight through her visit. But then again there was this laboured conversation, so... no. They were glad she left.

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Saturday 13.. July 1839

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found my chemise a goodish deal fine morning F73° at 4 ¼ am – off at 5 – stop at Bramstedt [Bad Bramstedt] nice little rather scattered picturesque town – breakfast in the public room there – money-pother – at last a good sort of English speaking Dame came in who explained intelligently – breakfast from 9 20/.. to 10 50/.. comfortable – the Eilwagen drove up just we were coming away – several gentlemen and some ladies – from B- to Nieumünster [Neumünster] and thence (4 meilen) to Kiel, Stadt Copenhagen at 4 40/.. – sent my compliments to our vicar consul Mr. Birch – good humoured man – call at 4 for 5 minutes and so asked that we promised to take coffee with Mrs. Birch at 6, he to come for us and then see us on board at 7 – a little rain between Bramstedt [Bad Bramstedt] and here – about 4 ¼ began to rain and seems likely to rain for the rest of the day – dinner   mutton cutlets and potatoes and 3 plats of sweetmeat at 4 53/.. in about 20 minutes – very good – enjoyed our dinner – then wrote out (before and after dinner) from line 13 of p. 156 to here till now 5 40/.. – the carriage just gone to be put on board – and Mr. Birchs’ carriage at the door to convey us to his house – off immediately – found a little party – a soirée – all sufficiently en toilette to make us apologize – however all gradually disappointed save Mr. and Mrs. Birch and one of their married daughters and a niece soon to be married also to a German – excellent coffee – and the hour (almost hour) from 5 50/.. to 6 ¾ was soon talked away – Mrs. B- happening to be my neighbour my conversation almost wholly with her – had I read Mrs. Trollopes’ voyage down the Danube? – all charming – knows Mrs. Trollope – this I did not discover till I had enlarged a little upon the writers’ offences against the ladies of Liège – I thought we ought not to receive peoples civilities and return them by disagreeable remarks – sarcastic remarks seldom gained us friends – a little court at Kiel – the kings’ daughter who had married secondly the duke of Holstein Glucksburg – father to the young prince Xtian who had so pleased our queen – Mrs. B- made a goodish hit at the discovery of the politics – I said I had none abroad, and even at home thought ladies having no vote, had not much to do with them – I should [missing – think] Mr. and Mrs. B- to be liberal could not get much local information till just on Mr. B-‘s leaving us at the vessel and on my inquiring as to the commerce of the place I found he exported butter to London to the amount of £60,00 to £70,000 per annum! I said he ought to clear 10pc. he said he wished he did – well! but said I from 5 to 10pc. he said he had sometimes got losses – However, he is evidently making a rapid fortune – he is evidently the merchant prince of Kiel – himself and household all in good keeping – excellent people as far as countenance may be trusted – doing much good to Kiel and all its butter-making neighbourhood – on board at 7 and under weigh immediately – Kiel, its church or 2, and palace and its beautifully undulating, wooded verdant country and ditto ditto ditto on the opposite side the fiord, form a fine panorama to the parting stranger – our captain (Jesse or some such Danish name) of the Christian Frederick the 6

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(or what else was the name of our vessel?) very civil – pointed out the entrance to, and the distant masts on, the Eider canal – said it was supposed Mr. Birch (from London – but we are all from London) would buy the large ship we must have observed on the stocks – 400 to 500 tons [burden] – launched – for £1600 – but then fitting up would cost as much more – sails and rigging etc. they always counted as much again as the price paid for the vessel just fit for launching – besides she is not coppered – the common people grumble – say Mr. Bitch makes butter dear – however said our Captain – he employs a great many people and does a great deal of good there – but the only trade of Kiel seems to be in butter and the corn produce of the country – which is considerable – the farmers all doing well – the power of our Engine built in London = 90 horse – too little for the size of the vessel – after engine was ordered it was discovered that a state cabin would be wanted and this added 10ft. to the length of her (the vessel) – full speed with nothing against her = 8 miles English an hour – wind and tide against ½ that all she could do – the vessel itself built at Copenhagen – no trade there – prince Frederic in Jutland – the sunset beautifully – and as he dipped beneath he left me to my old enemy, sea sickness – at 9 I was regularly beset till near midnight when the captain advised our going to the carriage and we did go, and slept by and by thro’ the night till after 6 – nothing particular to be seen – dozed on till near 9 soon

[mitmama]

Paris Travel Tips

Paris | Brussels | Bruges | Paris Food | Travel Tips

We flew the new PLAY airline with stopover in Iceland. They made traveling to Paris very affordable: our round-trip tickets in August were $470 each, though they did make you pay for carryons, water, and anything else you can think of.  You can find well-rated hotels in great locations like next to the Louvre or right in the Latin Quarter for just under $200 for a family or 4.  While there’s a range for food, you can have a good sit down meal for less than the cost of a meal in Boston.  The exchange rate is almost 1:1 so very much in our favor.

Paris is beautiful everywhere you go.  Be sure to look around as you walk around, you might see a historic church or a pretty fountain. Give yourself time to just wonder around.  With a GPS (even without data) you can't really get lost.  I especially enjoy walking around in the morning when it’s quiet. 

You'll walk a lot - 15-20,000 steps for me daily, and half as many for my kids. Be sure to rest and take breaks, e.g at one of the many cafes.

French are quite friendly! - Just try to say some basic French. We didn't have much problem with the stereotype of rude Parisians, except maybe one very stressed waiter who had a bunch people trying to order. Some useful phrases:

Bonjour - Good morning, hello, good day

Bonsoir - Good evening

Merci - Thank you

S'il vous plaît - Please. Short: SVP, so e.g.

Les Toilettes, SVP? - Restroom please?

L'addition, SVP - Check, please

Where to stay

We stayed in 2 different areas since in between we stayed with our friends. For the first I chose the Louvre area because it’s a great way to be introduced to Paris.  You can take easy walks to see the Louvre, Royal Palace, Seine River, Musee d’Orsay across the river. It’s also a short walk to Opera House and other sites.  There are also a number of good restaurants near the Palais Royal area. 

The other area we stayed at is the Latin Quarter. Also great for site seeing (Notre Dame, Seine, Pantheon) and restaurants, plus more convenient and affordable. We stayed in an apartment in an authentic courtyard, overlooking a very busy intersection starting from very early morning. I love the bustle all around, good the double windows made the apartment quiet. This area is also close to Sorbonne the famous university, making things more affordable and international. 

Getting around

The density of Paris plus a focus on climate change means there are a lot of great transportation options. The Metro is quite convenient: there's almost always a stop close to where you are. Buy a pack of ten so you don't need to stand in line for tickets.  Kids 12 and under are free so just walk one in with you.

Taxis are convenient and affordable.  You can wave one down at the busy street corners.  Just be warned they often don’t take 4 people, probably due to Covid concerns, not allowing one to sit in passenger seat.  We also saw some hydrogen-powered taxis and many more Toyota hybrids.

- Not able to find a Taxi? You can always order an Uber, which can be quite affordable.  We enjoyed talking to Taxi and Uber drivers in Paris, who are often immigrants and asked us about where we’re from.

- Paris is super bike and scooter friendly.  Next to the Louvre on Rue de Rivoli, there's a ridiculously wide two-lane  bike path, and only a tiny one lane for cars.  Else where there are bike-bus-taxi lane in the roads.

- Lime and Tier scooters are everywhere.  You can ride the Lime scooter with your Uber app.  It did take us some time to figure out how to rent one, as the apps only take debit cards, not credit. Lime is a bit easier to brake than Tier the competitor, but the latter allows you to book more than one at a time. Our kids and we had a lot of fun riding around in scooters. Note you do have to return them to designated areas, so look for them near where you go. 

Shopping

Food shopping is for sure one of the highlights of the trip. First we love staying with our friends and checking out their local cheese and sausage store where we can get recommendations and samples. There are separate specialty stores selling wine, meat or fish.

On the same block as our Latin Quarter rental is a Monoprix store that was a lot of fun to shop at.  We got pears for the equivalent of $0.75/lb, and apples for $1.5/lb. There’s freshly squeezed OJ for $1.59 per bottle.  And lots of takeaway options like salads, sandwiches and sushis. The store is a popular upscale chain that’s found throughout urban areas.  Just check out their amazing deli meat section that’s also quite affordable.  The prices vary by store and clientele.

Franprix seems to be a competitor chain that’s more pricy.  I found it interesting they have digital price tags making it easier to adjust on the fly.

At the premium end of the spectrum is Galeries Lafayette, one of the Les Grands Magasins or fancy department stores. We visited their gourmet shops selling high end bakery items, spices, even one specializing in truffles.

[djesusgetnaked]

How to survive in Paris

SOME WAYS TO SAY

Good morning/afternoon = Bonjour Good evening = Bonsoir Hello = Salut (Yo/Wesh in a hooligan style you don’t want to use) Goodbye = Au revoir Thank you = Merci You’re welcome = De rien (The real way to say is “Je t’en prie” but nobody uses that anymore, except me because I’m overly polite) How are you? = Comment ça va ?

Where is…? = Où est… ? Where are…? = Où sont… ?

I’d like to go to… = Je voudrais aller à…

How much is it? = Combien ça coûte ? How much is/are…? = Combien coûte/coûtent…. ?

Fuck = Putain (You probably won’t use it but very important to me) (And can be used in almost any situation) Shit = Merde

(!) You don’t want to use “Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ?”, because = Do you want to sleep with me? Unless the woman/man/other genders is really pretty and you do want to sleep with them.

VOCABULARY

Home Stuff

Hotel = Hôtel Toilets/bathroom = Toilettes (always plural in French) Bathroom/washroom = Salle de bain Bedroom = Chambre Kitchen = Cuisine Bed = Lit Sheets = Draps Blanket = Couverture Pillow = Coussin/Oreiller (both are good) Shower = Douche Bathtub = Baignoire Chair = Chaise Towel = Serviette

Fork = Fourchette Knife = Couteau Spoon = Cuillère Little spoon = Petite cuillère Plate = Assiette Meal = Repas

Food

Sodas have pretty much the same names. Coca-Cola, Fanta, Orangina etc…

Coffee = Café Tea = Thé Water = Eau Wine = Vin Beer = Bière

Meat = Viande Chicken = Poulet Beef = Bœuf Pork = Porc Veal = Veau Fish = Poisson

Pasta = Pâtes Rice = Riz Potatoes = Pommes de terre

Vegetables = Légumes Fruits = Fruits (but not the same pronunciation)

RULES

#1 A wild Parisian is aggressive by nature, but they can be easily tame them with a genuine cute smile. Try to show them you’re harmless, use a soft voice and show them you’re a cute and lost little pet. Their dominant side will like that and they’ll soften. It sounds like I’m kidding – I’m kind of laughing behind my screen but shush –, but it’s true. Just be soft and usually they want to help.

#2 DO NOT USE THE SUBWAY LINE 13, UNLESS YOU REALLY HAVE TO. It’s like the whole city is in this subway all the time. You don’t have any space, you can’t breathe, and people are mean to survive. It’s awful.

#3 It’s okay to cross the road even if the lights are red for you, if there’s no car around. It’s okay to force your way on a crosswalk if there’s no light at all. Because if you wait for a car to stop for you, you’ll die of old age.

#4 If you’re tired af and there’s no sit available in the subway, it’s okay to sit on the floor in the corner. It’s dirty and gross, people will look at you for 30 seconds and they’ll forget about you. You don’t care, you’re tired! But don’t do that if there are too many people in the subway already.

#5 It’s okay to be lost and trying to find your way, but please don’t stop in the middle of the road! (Yes, you’re going to tell me it’s absolutely logic, but most of people don’t do that.)

#6 Shops are open very late in Paris, so don’t need to hurry to do some groceries. You’ll always find something open.

#7 Rich neighborhoods are lame. If you want to party a little, go to the East.

#8 Buy Swann a nice bow-tie.

TIPS

#1 French people are alcoholic – and we’re proud of it, let’s move on please thank you. But if you want bars with a cool party atmosphere, there’s “la rue de Lappe” at Bastille (subway lines 1, 5 and 8). Or “la rue Jean-Pierre Timbaud” between Parmentier (subway line 3) and Oberkampf (lines 5 and 9). And it’s not very expensive – for Paris.

#2 Le Louvre is near the garden of Tuileries. Both are very nice.

#3 Le Moulin Rouge is near Montmartre/Le Sacré Coeur. And the neighborhood is really nice once you got up to Montmartre – because Pigalle, aka the neighborhood where is Le Moulin Rouge, there are a lot of hookers and at night it’s pretty special, but they’re nice too!

#4 Le Père Lachaise is a very known cemetery. It’s huge and very nice to have a walk there. There are a lot of well-known people bury there, like Jim Morrison, Oscar Wilde etc…

#5 Go get ice creams from Berthillon. Okay there are a lot of people waiting for the same thing, but they’re amazing ice creams. And then, have a walk on the banks of the Seine. It’s really nice. You also can party at night on the banks of the Seine, there’s always a great atmosphere. And Notre-Dame is lit up at night, it’s very beautiful. 

@wickednerdery If you want anything else, just tell me! I hope it’ll help. And if I think about something I’ll just add it up.

[annathewitch]

Choices

Summary: Vaako x Reader, Chronicles of Riddick fic. You appear to have piqued the interest of a certain Necromonger Commander.

Words: 3200

Warnings: NSFW below the cut, Smut of the M/F manual stimulation variety, swearing.

A/N: I have no idea where this came from, so Urban Shitposters I’m pointing the finger at you! Its not the first smut I’ve written, but it is the first I’ve published. I hope it’s more sexy than cringey... Also not planning to become a regular smut writer just to manage expectations!!!

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It’s difficult to know what Dame Vaako would make of you simply standing and staring out of the large floor to ceiling window in her spacious quarters, instead of cleaning like you’re supposed to. At least you think you’re supposed to.

It’s been over a month now since the Necromongers took you, and you’ve been neither converted nor killed. Instead, you’ve been given a small room in the Dame’s suite and you’ve become some kind of servant, although she’s been enigmatic about what she expects you to do. When she’s there, she demands your assistance with her toilette or simply just your presence. She instructed you to take care of her clothes once, and so you assumed that you were supposed to launder and clean and she’s not told you otherwise.

With their reputation and the whisperings you’ve heard about the Dame, you expected her to be harsh, violent even. But she smiles an indulgent cat-like smile at you and when she does lay hands on you, its been to stroke your hair or dress you up like a doll. Its not what you expected, and even though you feel the raw, gaping loss of all your people, you’re not in a position to complain. It’s a life of sorts, but still yours.

Whether the Dame would approve or not, you can’t help but stare, polishing cloth forgotten loosely in your fist, mesmerised at the sight of a planet that seems to be tearing itself apart. Great flares of raw energy pulse and flow from vast fissures in the surface and every so often the ship shudders and groans. This must mean something to the Necromongers, because the whole fleet seems to have surrounded the stricken planet. Watching whole worlds be consumed is their religion, you think bitterly.

You’re so distracted that you don’t notice the soft footsteps behind you or the presence of another until they speak.

“It’s a beautiful spectacle, isn’t it?” You turn, startled, to see the Dame’s husband standing right behind you. He’s staring over your shoulder. “I’ve seen it a hundred times, but it never fails to inspire.”

In the weeks that you have been here, you’ve only seen Commander Vaako a handful of times. He’s sternly handsome, usually the epitome of this warrior race in his gilded, battle scarred armour. He’s glanced your way a couple of times, but he’s been seeking occupation with his wife and you have made yourself scarce. He has never spoken directly to you and his voice is low and smooth, his tone is softer than you would have expected. Hypnotised by it for just a second, you suddenly remember the task that you were supposed to be completing, and that he might very well report your idleness to the Dame.

“I’m sorry, Sir, I only stopped for a minute to look,” you say, taking a step towards the window to resume cleaning the glass. But as you do, the ship lurches and you’re caught off balance, thrown towards Vaako. You land against the solid planes of his chest, feeling the gentle ‘oof’ as he exhales and catches you around the waist.

You begin to apologise again, grabbing fistful of his shirt as you push yourself upright. Risking a glance up at him, his attention is now completely on you, the look on his face impassive. Your heart is beating fast and in truth you’re terrified because from the little you know, this man is powerful and ruthless, the last thing you want to do is offend.

But then there’s the faintest lift of the corners of his mouth, those surprisingly full lips, and he sets you properly on your feet again, turning you to face the glass. Cool hands keep hold of your bare shoulders and you’re acutely aware of his body mere inches behind you.

“There are massive gravitational forces at work,” he says quietly right beside your ear. “As it dies, the planet creates geomagnetic pulses; we’re quite safe, but not completely unaffected by them.” As if in response to his explanation, the ship shudders again and you feel an echoing shiver run through your body as Vaako’s thumbs rub gently over the bones of your shoulder. “Sometimes as planets collapse, it is possible to glimpse the Underverse.”

Turning your head, you’re able to see that he’s looking at you intently. And although you feel the pull of something warm deep in the pit of your stomach, you’re acutely aware that you’re in the Dame’s quarters alone with her husband and she could return at any minute.

“I should be getting on,” you breathe, and try to move out of his hold to resume your task. He slides a hand down you arm to stop you, pulling the cloth from your fingers and throwing it away. He grips your wrist securely.

“That can wait Y/N. You’re not her slave you know.” That smile is playing around the Commander’s lips still, and you feel a jolt of anger at his amusement.

“What am I then?” You demand, forgetting that he can crush you in a second if he so desired, that he has probably done so to thousands of your people.

He trails the fingers of his other hand down the skin of your bare arm. “The Dame is... fond of you. She wanted some companionship, a... pet of sorts.”

A pet? That is not what you had expected, to be alive and unconverted because the Dame is lonely and wants a toy to play with. You stare open-mouthed, unsure how to respond.

“I mean no insult; she finds you stimulating company. A slave is expendable, but a pet is to be adored... petted. Of course we would convert you if you would prefer...” he trails off with a shrug.

You shake your head, unable to form the words to refuse the offer. His hands are now loosely holding both your wrists and he’s pulled you closer in against his chest. “And you?” You whisper hoarsely, “What am I to you?”

Vaako smiles that enigmatic half smile. A flash of fire from the decaying planet makes his eyes burn with a red orange glow. “What would you like me to be Y/N?” His tongue darts out to lick his lips and you’re unable to tear your eyes away from his mouth. The fact that he’s the Dame’s husband seems to have temporarily escaped you and you find yourself caught in his magnetic gaze, tilting your head up to his.

He crashes his lips against yours with a satisfied moan, moving them against you hungrily. His tongue presses against you and you open your mouth to let him claim you. There’s a part of you that knows you shouldn’t be doing this, but it’s difficult to follow a lucid train of thought when he’s nipping and sucking at your lips and thrusting his tongue into your mouth in a way that makes you imagine what it would be like if he used it elsewhere. You want to use your hands to fist in his shirt or his hair and pull him closer, but he’s got them pinned by your side.

As he pulls away he licks your lips in an obscene gesture that leaves you whimpering. He chuckles darkly.

“Do you want more?” You’re embarrassed at your obvious need, and simply nod in response. He dips his head to your ear, and licks the spot behind it that makes you gasp before sucking the lobe. “I won’t do anything unless you use your words Y/N,” he breathes.

You swallow hard and manage to stammer out, “I want more... please, Commander.”

Though you can’t see his face, you hear him inhale sharply. “Good girl,” he replies roughly. Then he’s turned you to face the window again, back to his chest, and he places your hands spread on the glass, dancing long slender fingers down your sides to the hem of your vest. He slips his hands under, stroking teasing touches across your stomach before running the flat of his palms up your sides and you shudder.

Vaako grazes the underside of your breasts, as he leans in to press more hot kisses to your neck. “Do you want me to pet you Y/N?” He murmurs, pushing up your top and swiping a thumb back and forth over one of your rapidly hardening nipples through the thin fabric of your bra. He’s powerful, he could take what he wants but he’s asking you, making you complicit. You know that you don’t totally understand the rules of this game, but you want to play.

“Yes,” you bite out between breaths.

“Yes, what?” He growls, and his voice has none of the softness of before.

“Yes... Commander?”

He laughs, pleased with your answer, and rewards you by tugging down the cups of your bra scooping out your breasts to play. You stifle a moan as he squeezes and caresses them and you feel the brush of his breath getting more rapid as he looks over your shoulder at his handiwork. As he sucks a mark onto the skin where your collarbone and neck join, he nips with his teeth and pinches your nipples hard. Your back arches, sensation pooling in your core. Instinctively you grab one of his hands with yours and push your hips back into him, gratified to feel through his loose pants that he’s growing harder.

Grabbing your wrist roughly, Vaako places your hand back on the window and turns your face to him, pinning you with his dark eyes, all the while rolling your nipple lazily between finger and thumb. “They don’t move from there, understand?”

You bite your lip at the sparks shooting from your breast and nod, not trusting yourself to try and form words. His gaze is piercing, and the only clear thought in your head is that he must be able to see that you’re falling apart at his touch.

He leans in. “Good girl,” he murmurs against your lips, resuming his caressing while you kiss. This time though, with one hand he drags cool fingers down your stomach pushing them down under your waistband. He strokes you over your panties until your hips are moving involuntarily, grinding down on his hand, feeling yourself getting wetter, needing more.

Vaako takes his sweet time, but just as you’re considering begging he slips his hand inside your panties, and rubs two fingers up and down the length of your pussy. With one hand still teasing your nipples and the other now stroking your core, you can’t stifle the moans anymore. He breaks away from your kiss, tugging your bottom lip with his teeth. He catches your eye in the reflection in the window.

“Fuck,” he groans, “you’re so beautifully wet.” Now he’s using your slick to circle your clit, and while its hard to to focus, you’re aware that he’s pressing you back against him and is moving his hips to press himself against your ass. It might be your imagination, but the cold, stoic Commander is sounding a bit ragged. He rubs your clit harder.

Heat is building in your stomach, coiling and tightening, and you’re desperate for some kind of release. It’s heightened by the chance that the Dame might be back any minute, but you still need something more to push you over the edge. You can feel Vaako thick and erect as he thrusts, and though you can’t take your hands off the window you slide them down so that you can thrust back harder in time with him. Even with the magic his hands are working, it’s still not enough.

“Need you Commander. I want your cock inside me. Please,” you pant, giving your ass an extra wiggle. Suddenly his hands are gone and you whimper at the loss, they’re gripping your hips tightly enough to bruise, stopping you from moving. He pulls you upright again, breathing heavily against your cheek.

“No fucking, just petting,” he groans, emphasising it with a sweep of his hands down to your pussy and back up to squeeze your breasts. And you realise that the Dame must know about this. It’s no accident that the Commander found you alone, he has permission to take care of his wife’s pet.

Your mind races, as you wonder if you would have let it get this far if you had known this. But when it comes down to it, you’re too far gone and you’re sure that this isn’t just a game, he wants this as much as you do. Doesn’t he? The evidence is there in his arousal, hard against your hip, but that’s out of bounds.

“You can use your hands?”

“Yes.”

“Use your fingers then,” you demand, adding, “I need you Commander,” when Vaako cocks an eyebrow at your tone. He chuckles, shifting against you, then he’s manhandling you into a position with legs slightly parted and one foot on the low windowsill, and has tugged your pants and panties down to expose your ass. He gives your breasts some final attention, pinching and twisting one nipple, then the other, and you inhale sharply at the pleasurable sting. Then he’s cupping the cheeks of your ass, groaning at the feel.

Finally he reaches around infront of you and resumes stroking your clit, sliding it between two fingers at a steady pace. He slides his other hand down over your ass between your legs, and dips just the tip of his middle finger inside you, working it in and out teasingly. Gradually he goes deeper, coaxing your arousal to the next level. He plants more kisses on your neck, finding the sensitive place with his tongue that makes you cry out, but you know there’s still more.

“Please,” you beg, and Vaako complies, slipping another long finger into your pussy. You’re so wet that you can hear the sound of your slick as he twists and scissors his fingers inside you, until he finds that rhythm, that perfect motion that brushes your sweet spot and has you squirming and moaning as the pleasure intensifies.

Every sensation is harmonising perfectly, lips and teeth on your throat, the grinding of his rock hard cock against your hip, the feel of your top brushing against your exposed nipples, and his wicked fingers working you closer to climax. Your palms are slick with sweat now, and are slipping on the pane of glass, and your knees are starting to buckle, but the Commander is practically holding you up or you’d be on the floor by now.

As if he can feel the tightening feeling deep in your belly, he picks up the pace and his own breath is coming in short pants. Then you feel the tension snap and you’re screaming his name as everything is crashing over you. Almost unbearable pleasure floods through your body, and you feel yourself clenching uncontrollably around his fingers that are still twisting, milking every last drop of your orgasm out of you.

You slump forward, cheek pressed against the window, watching your breath fog against the cold glass. Vaako takes his hand from your clit and wraps a steadying arm around you. Through the haze you can still feel his erection and you reach around and stroke his length through his loose pants. He freezes at your touch, and you think he’s going to stop you because you’ve disobeyed his orders and this seems to be against whatever rules he is abiding by. But why shouldn’t he have his release?

“Just petting,” you murmur, squeezing gently.

He barks a laugh, then he’s tugging the drawstring of his pants loose and guiding your hand in to grip him skin to skin, hissing as you graze the tip. He moves your hand up and down setting a fast pace. His cock feels huge in your palm and as his other fingers continue to slide in and out of you slowly, the thought of being fucked by the Commander, stretched out, sends aftershocks through your body.

Vaako takes his hand away to brace himself against the window so he can thrust his hips into your hand. Before long he starts to move more erratically, his rhythm stutters and then you feel the hot pulse as he comes with a shout. For a moment you’re pressed between him and the window, until he seems to recover himself. He lets you slip your hand out of his pants and in return he pulls his fingers out of you and you put your clothes to rights.

The Commander turns you to face him, holding you close. You want to look away in embarrassment, but his hot, dark gaze, in the sharp angles of his beautiful face, is mesmerising.

Without breaking it, he lifts the two fingers he so thoroughly fucked you with, still glistening with your juices and puts them into his mouth. He groans as he tastes you, eyes half closing as he licks them clean and then pulls them out with a pop.

“You taste sweeter than nectar Y/N,” he murmurs, brushing a thumb across your lips. “Such a good girl, my sweet thing.” He kisses you again, and this time its slow and sensual, his tongue tangling lazily with yours. Your arms are free to skate up his chest and around his neck to tangle in his hair.

Eventually, reluctantly, Vaako pulls away and you both by silent agreement gravitate back to the window standing side by side to watch the dying planet. The flares of superheated gases have escalated and the fissures in the surface are gaping wounds. It seems to be glowing with an incandescent white light from within.

“It won’t be long now,” he remarks. “My wife will be back from the observatory once it is over.”

“She knows,” you say, more of a statement than a question.

“Yes.” There’s no prevarication, but you think that Vaako is mildly surprised that you have worked this out.

“Have you agreed to share me then?” There’s a sharpness in your tone that you can’t quite hide, at the feeling that this has all been arranged. He turns to you and with a gentle finger tilts your head so that you are looking at him.

“With your consent, Y/N, and within limits. I meant what I said, you are not a slave. You are under my protection for as long as you choose to remain unconverted, whether you wish me to share you or not.”

You’re not quite sure that this is the freedom of choice that Vaako thinks it is, but then he’s a Necromonger and he usually lives in a black and white world of convert or kill. Still, no one else on your world got this choice and this man has defied your expectations so far. There are worse fates you think, still feeling the delicious ache between your thighs.

Suddenly there’s a blinding white light that engulfs the ship, and you shield your eyes with your arm. Vaako wraps one arm around you and braces against the wall with his other, steadying you both as the ship lurches in a rolling motion. The light pulses and then shrinks back on itself, until there is simply darkness.

“Look,” the Commander says, pointing. At the very heart of where the planet was only moments ago, there’s a small patch of the blackness that seems to move and shimmer with slivers of colour like oil. You blink and it’s gone. It might have been a glimpse of the Underverse, or it might never have been there at all, a mere trick of the light.

“Y/N, I find you very desirable. I would be honoured if you would let me come to you again.” Vaako’s voice is soft again, you could almost imagine it was reverent.

In the end, its hardly a choice at all. “I’d like that,” you whisper and you’re sure that the light in his eyes is no trick as he drinks you in.

“Thank you,” he murmurs with the tiny lift of his lips that even on your brief acquaintance you know means he is more pleased than he is willing to let on. “You should know, sweet thing, that one day I intend to taste you properly.”

“I’ll look forward to that, Commander,” you respond. And it’s true. In the midst of this strange existence, you think you might just have found something that for the moment is worth living for.

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[lonelygirlphenomenology]

journal de l’été V

7 septembre

JE VAIS VOIR CÉLINE SCIAMMA je me suis cassé le petit orteil en me cognant contre le pied du canapé de cécile alors j’ai déplacé mon voyage à paris d’une semaine parce que je peux pas marcher et dans la voiture j’ai vu sur qu’elle présentait son film à paris le 18 septembre au cinéma égyptien, j’y ai réfléchi deux minutes en mangeant mon sandwich au fromage de brebis assise sur le capot de la voiture sur une aire d’autoroute et j’ai sorti ma visa dès que je suis remontée dans la voiture et puis j’ai crié TRÈS FORT parce que j’arrivais pas à croire que j’allais voir céline sciamma en vrai avec c. comme dans mes fantasmes sauf que je serai pas sur scène en train de chanter céline dion mais elle sera là quand même en chair et en os devant moi aussi en chair et en os probablement liquides. j’ai écrit à j. aussi je vais peut être la voir après six ans et un million de rêves tendres est-ce que je vais survivre à ce voyage à paris?

17 septembre

je suis à paris et j’ai réussi à m’infecter une ampoule dès le premier jour alors j’en suis réduite à rester assise sur un banc au bord de la seine avec mon journal et c’est vraiment nul. mais, truc pas nul: je peux passer autant de temps que je veux à discuter avec c. et ça c’est vraiment bien. hier soir elle parlait d’un type charmant de la cité des arts et au milieu de son histoire j’ai entendu i’m not even into guys et mes oreilles se sont dressées jusqu’à la lune PARDON C. J’AI BIEN ENTENDU? je lui ai parlé du portrait de la jeune fille en feu et je lui ai donné mes deux zines juste avant de sortir me promener donc au plus tard maintenant elle doit être au courant de ma soif inassouvie. ce matin en cherchant une galerie d’art on est passées devant un million de bars avec des drapeaux arc-en-ciel et le centre lgbt rue beaubourg et une énorme fresque colorée de lieux lesbiens parisiens que j’ai reconnus parce que je mène une vie de lesbienne parisienne imaginaire sur internet et je lui parlais de céline sciamma et d’adèle haenel et du film tout en clopinant à côté d’elle avec mes pieds meurtris. je meurs d’envie de l’emmener à la mutinerie mais j’ose pas + je peux même plus marcher maintenant. j’avancerai dans ma vie de lesbienne plus tard, en attendant je profite de pouvoir discuter avec des pairs (des pairs!) pour avancer dans ma vie en général. c. m’a dit qu’elle voulait allait s’installer à leipzig en janvier et j’ai du me retenir de pas lui crier PRENDS MOI AVEC TOI à la figure à la seconde où elle l’a dit parce que bon je veux pas m’accrocher comme une moule non plus, déjà que ça me dévaste de chagrin de devoir partir jeudi pour retourner dans ma dépression domestique.

hier soir on était invités chez son ami peintre suédois avec i. et son copain, on était tous assis par terre dans son studio autour de sa jolie tapisserie géométrique inspirée des dessins d’une femme médium du début du siècle qui parlait aux martiens, avec nos verres de vin rouge et un plateau de fromage posé au milieu, il nous a servi des bols de lentilles à la coriandre depuis sa petite cuisine cachée derrière le mur pendant qu’il nous parlait de cette femme et de son alphabet de martiens et de l’influence qu’elle a eue sur les psychanalystes et andré breton dans nadja. il disait qu’il voulait se servir de sa résidence à paris pour faire des recherches sur les linguistes de la sorbonne qui se sont penchés sur son alphabet de martiens. quelle vie. c. fumait une cigarette appuyée à la fenêtre en nous parlant de ses investigations sur les croisières et le concept d’hétérotopie de foucault et pouh ça me changeait de cet été. moi j’ai trinqué avec mon bidon décathlon en rigolant et puis j’ai plus ouvert la bouche de la soirée, j’étais moi et je commence à m’y faire. i. m’a posé plein de questions sur mes vidéos et je suis toujours un peu embarrassée de dire qu’y a pas vraiment de réflexion consciente derrière ce que je fais parce que ça fait quoi de moi exactement?

j’ai changé de berge, je me suis mise au soleil derrière notre-dame pour manger ma boule de glace pêche de vigne parce qu’ils avaient pas menthe chocolat, je l’ai savourée jusqu’à la dernière goutte en me demandant ce que je faisais à paris quand j’habitais ici. comment ça se fait que j’ai mangé qu’une seule fois une glace assise sur un mur au bord de la seine et c’était avec c.c. et j’avais fait du eye contact avec une fille que j’avais catégorisée lesbienne parcourue par un frisson d’excitation. c’était la période de la manif pour tous et elle m’avait emmenée au resto, le resto de touristes à st. michel où j’ai mangé du poulet pas bon en l’écoutant me dire qu’elle trouvait que les gays devraient pas se marier. j’arrivais pas à m’endormir le soir sur mon clic-clac rouge. hier j’ai emmené c. dans mon ancien quartier, je lui ai montré la porte de mon dernier appart et la fac et le champo et en y repensant j’ai dit what a waste! tout ce temps passé à me morfondre dans ma grotte ou dans le tgv et à manger des pâtes devant ma télé, mais ça va ça me retourne plus l’estomac, ça fait partie de moi.

j’adore regarder passer les péniches qui transportent des matériaux industriels, quel rêve d’être assise au bord de la seine au soleil et d’entendre les vagues clapoter contre le mur et les musiciens de jazz qui jouent de la clarinette sur le pont au dessus de moi mais QUEL RÊVE je veux plus jamais partir d’ici je suis amoureuse de la terre entière. dimanche j’ai fait une randonnée avec maman et loki dans une forêt du nord-est, on a longé des champs traversé une forêt touffue enjambé des racines longé un petit ruisseau et je suis tombée amoureuse d’une petite chapelle perchée dans les arbres sur le versant ouest (ouest dans ma tête en vrai je sais pas) elle prenait le soleil au milieu des sapins verts le vert spécial de ma nostalgie et je voulais pas la quitter. on est passées devant une maison sur une petite colline perdue au milieu des arbres et je me suis demandé qui habitait là et qu’est-ce qu’ils faisaient comme travail et puis je me suis dit et si je fondais une communauté artistique comme ponderosa dans une forêt luxembourgeoise?? bon depuis j’y ai réfléchi et je sais pas si j’en aurais la force ni les ressources et il faut convaincre des gens mais sur le moment je me suis vraiment dit que j’aimerais bien rester au luxembourg à la campagne et faire le bien autour de moi.

à midi on a pique-niqué sur un tissu étendu par terre au milieu de son studio on a fait griller mes petits pains et elle me disait qu’elle trouvait ça vraiment cool que je continue ma pratique artistique toute seule à la maison sans cadre ni feedback ni rien du tout et que mon parcours était tout à fait légitime et je lui disais que je savais toujours pas si je devais me lancer et essayer ou pas et elle a dit but you’re already trying! elle m’a demandé si j’avais travaillé un peu et je lui ai parlé de mon passage à la librairie et quand je lui ai raconté comment j’avais été virée elle a dit wow how validating!! that’s beautiful!! et franchement merci les artistes. pourquoi je suis pas entourée d’artistes 24/7 au lieu de maman qui me parle de ma retraite et ch. qui a dit en BUS?? eh ben dis donc! quand je lui ai dit que je prenais le bus parce que le train était trop cher. (y a des poissons dans la seine, tout petits petits, ça me rappelle le grau d’agde) et en même temps quand je me suis retrouvée dans le bus hier matin avec une heure de retard et des types qui puaient la transpi je me suis dit quand même et si je changeais de principes et que je devenais riche? ou juste, épouser céline sciamma.

j’ai bu une menthe à l’eau à la mutinerie ça y est, j’ai bu une menthe à l’eau à la mutinerie, c’est pas moi qui y ai emmené c. c’est elle qui m’y a emmenée finalement, est-ce que c’est mes zines?? j’étais assise sur le fauteuil à la fenêtre avec un livre de jean cocteau et elle fumait une cigarette accoudée à la fenêtre dans la pièce d’à côté et tout d’un coup elle me demande si je connais la mutinerie et après un petit silence de sous-entendu j’ai dit… oui et on a décidé d’y aller. c’était un parcours de lutte intense de marcher jusqu’à beaubourg avec mes pieds cassés et si j’avais pas eu ma démarche d’éclopée je me serais sentie au dessus du monde en passant devant les terrasses pleines à craquer avec mes mains dans les poches et c. à mes côtés. à mesure qu’on approchait je sentais l’adrénaline dans mon corps, jamais de la vie je serais rentrée seule là-dedans HAHA, j’ai commandé une bière pour c. et une menthe à l’eau pour moi à la femme aux cheveux ras derrière le bar et j’osais même pas regarder les filles autour de moi, y avait un billard au milieu et ça m’a rappelé m. la copine pas lesbienne de j.m. à hannovre. on s’est mises au fond du bar et je buvais doucement ma menthe à l’eau en lui racontant les trucs lesbiens de ma vie et elle m’a parlé de sa tragique histoire d’amour non partagée avec l. en islande, de son ex qui devait transitionner f to m juste avant qu’elle parte pour paris, de sa relation cassée avec son corps et le sexe, distordue par son éducation catholique, je lui parlé de ma peur paralysante d’approcher qui que ce soit et elle m’a dit have you tried internet dating? et je crois bien qu’il va falloir que je m’y mette parce que vu comment je me comporte dans un bar rempli de filles c’est pas comme ça que ça risque d’arriver. je regardais mes pieds pour aller aux toilettes de peur de mourir de trop de réalité si jamais je croisais le regard de l’une d’entre elles. i. nous a rejoint et on est rentrées en traversant les rues du marais toutes jaunes et j’avais l’impression d’être dans un autre paris que je connaissais pas, un faux paris, un décor, c’était disney. j’ai croisé un homme qui promenait son chien et je pensais à mes promenades du soir avec loki dans le quartier résidentiel fantôme gris et vert.

18 septembre

mes pieds ont atteint un nouveau niveau de désastre, j’ai une ampoule à vif sous l’orteil maintenant et j’ai pas de désinfectant et en me promenant dans les allés du père lachaise je me disais pourvu que je meure pas d’une infection des pieds. j’ai trop peur de poser mes chaussettes à chaque fois que je rentre pour constater l’étendue des dégâts. c. devait travailler alors je suis partie marcher toute seule, je peux pas m’en empêcher c’est plus fort que moi il faut que je marche, je dois voir, tout, alors j’ai marché jusqu’à bastille puis jusqu’à violette & co rue de charonne, j’y ai passé au moins une heure et demie à inspecter minutieusement chaque rayon, c’est l’endroit le plus réconfortant de toute la ville, j’ai feuilleté des bd d’alison bechdel, le manifeste des animaux de compagnie de donna haraway, un livre sur simone weil, un autre sur virginia woolf et sylvia plath, y avait même toute une étagère dédiée uniquement à l’écoféminisme. j’ai fini par choisir un livre de starhawk sur l’activisme parce que je me suis dit que ça allait peut être me pousser à me bouger. je voulais celui d’anne carson sur la mer aussi et celui de naomi klein sur le monde et les vagues de virginia w. que j’ai toujours pas lu et les entretiens d’annie ernaux sur sa pratique de l’écriture OUI et la libraire m’a fait un bon sourire derrière la caisse. en ressortant dans le vrai monde j’ai décidé de boiter jusqu’au père lachaise parce que je voulais aller voir la tombe de chantal akerman et c’était pas du tout une mince affaire mais je pensais à patti smith qui trouvait pas la tombe de simone weil en angleterre et qui avait fini par tomber dessus au moment où elle s’apprêtait à abandonner. je l’ai trouvée moi aussi à l’endroit où je la cherchais pas, à côté d’une classe de lycée et de leur prof qui parlait comme ça: …balzac qui a appelé son oeuvre la comédie…? humaine! parce que c’était un grand fan de…? dante alighieri! qui a écrit…? la divine…? comédie! les élèves avaient pas l’air trop intéressés. y avait des coquillages sur la tombe de chantal akerman et des petites pierres et un morceau de négatif avec une petite chaîne ornementée. je regrettais de rien avoir amené pour poser dessus. j’ai fouillé dans mon sac mais j’ai rien trouvé à part des miettes. j’ai pris des photos et je pensais à instagram. je me suis sentie sale. mais patti smith aussi elle prend en photo les tombes des gens. chez violette & co y avait un livre de chantal akerman, un seul, je l’ai feuilleté et ça m’a fait plaisir de retrouver son écriture candide et laconique, j’avais très envie de le lire mais il coûtait quinze euros et il était tout petit.

j’ai vu portrait de la jeune fille en feu, j’ai vu céline sciamma, j’ai vu adèle haenel, je peux mourir d’une infection des orteils c’est pas grave j’ai vu tout ce qu’il fallait voir dans ce monde. elle a dit qu’à chaque fois qu’elle allait présenter le film quelque part c’était une petite utopie qui se créait, le temps d’une soirée, dans la salle de cinéma. j’ai pensé à monique wittig. on était entourées de lesbiennes, nous deux comprises, c’était le paradis pour la deuxième fois de la journée. la fille à côté de moi venait de se faire raser le dessous de la tête mais ça lui plaisait pas et quand elle m’a regardée en train de prendre une photo de céline et adèle je me suis sentie jugée mais tant pis. elle marche légèrement voûtée comme moi céline sciamma. j’ai pleuré deux fois et demi pendant le film, c’est venu sans crier gare. j’avais peur d’être déçue après tout ce que j’ai entendu dessus mais non moi aussi il m’a réduite en miettes et j’avais envie d’aller serrer céline dans mes bras à la fin du film mais je savais pas où elle était. quelqu’un a crié merci céline! on a disséqué le film pendant tout le trajet du retour et j’étais contente de pas être toute seule avec mes émotions qui débordaient tout autour de moi dans le métro. je lui ai dit que céline sciamma avait écrit le film pour adèle haenel après leur rupture en sortant de la station saint paul et elle a dit wow that’s sexy.

19 septembre

un camion qui transportait deux étages de voitures neuves vient de passer au ralenti devant la vitre du bus pendant que j’écoutais la musique de la naissance des pieuvres et maintenant j’ai envie de faire un film. on l’a regardé dans le lit de c. cet après-midi pour me consoler de j. qui répondait plus à mes messages. je me disais que c’était ma faute, par automatisme. peut être que maintenant j’arrêterai de m’extasier devant sa mignonnerie quand je verrai des photos d’elle avec des animaux sur instagram. j’ai dit à c. que quand je l’avais vu au cinéma à seize ans il m’avait pas du tout mis la puce à l’oreille mais alors pas du tout et elle a dit i think it’s all a question of being ready. je me souviens aussi que je comprenais pas pourquoi adèle haenel insistait à ce point à se débarrasser de sa virginité, ça passait loin au dessus de ma tête. on est allées chercher des viennoiseries dans une pâtisserie trop chère et on a déjeuné sur la grande table du studio de son amie australienne qui parlait très vite sans changer l’expression de son visage, on a continué notre discussion sur le portrait de la jeune fille en feu et puis elle m’a dessinée assise à la fenêtre. elle a dit i forgot that you can just draw people! ça veut dire qu’elle m’aime bien un peu quand même? mes insécurités qui ont ressurgi tout d’un coup sans que je leur demande: je suis trop trop, pas assez intellectuellement stimulante, trop lente, trop absorbée par moi-même, pas drôle, pas fun, trop collante, trop autiste.

maison, trop contente de rentrer et de laver mes pieds et de les inonder d’huile essentielle anti-bactérienne et de manger des lasagnes aux poireaux en peignoir sur le canapé en sortant de la douche maman regardait sa série tf1 avec mathilde seigner mais c’était pas grave, enfin me glisser dans mon lit entourée de mille coussins, est-ce que mon côté fortnum & mason n’est pas plus fort que tous les autres finalement?

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La Mode nationale, no. 7, 14 février 1903, Paris. Toilette de deuil pour jeune femme ou jeune fille. Bibliothèque nationale de France

Il suffirait même de changer le chapeau pour la rendre seuante à une dame d'un certain âge. La jupe et en cachemire de l'Inde, en forme, bordée d'un très haut biais de crêpe surmonté d'un biais de lainage. Le corsage blouse est tout en crêpe ou en lainage plissé garni de crêpe.

Collet très serré des épaules, est largement bordé de crêpe et fermé devant par un nœud d'ottoman à long flots. Col montant ruché de crêpe.

Matériaux: Pour la robe et le collet, 8 m. de cachemire, 5 m. de crêpe.

Toquet de crêpe avec long voile.

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It would even be enough to change the hat to make it attractive to a lady of a certain age. The skirt is in cashmere from India, shaped, lined with a very high crepe bias topped with a woolen bias. The blouse bodice is entirely in crepe or in pleated woolen trimmed with crepe.

Very tight collar of the shoulders, is broadly edged in crepe and closed in front by a long ottoman knot. Crepe ruched stand-up collar.

Materials: For the dress and the collar, 8 m. of cashmere, 5 m. of crepe.

Crepe hat with long veil.

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speaking of dandyism, here’s (if anybody cares) a little synthèse I wrote for my qualifying exams last year. Both non-exhaustive and extremely...weird, but that’s kind of the fun isn’t it. Take all the ideas herein with a grain of salt

Prompt: With reference to the readings on your list, discuss the Dandy as a figure of the aesthetics of transgression in the 19th century.

Response: In order to discuss the relationship of the dandy to a nineteenth-century aesthetics of transgression, it is first necessary to both define and periodize dandyism—or rather, to acknowledge the range of definitions and periodizations that exist, as there is not a consensus about what the word means, who counts as a dandy, and whether it exists outside of a certain era or eras. In Le mythe du dandy, Émilien Carassus distinguishes between the notion of the dandy as a historical phenomenon that can be traced to a specific period and to specific individuals, and as an ideal that never really existed. He privileges the latter concept, saying that dandyism as a myth is more powerful than the biography of any given historical dandy, but acknowledges that both ideas support and inform one another: the ideal of dandyism requires instantiations it can crystallize around, but none of those instantiations will ever represent that ideal perfectly. All sources agree that dandyism in its original sense involves having a particular relationship to clothing, but that the clothing is less important than the relationship, and thus can be expanded to include affectations that do not involve clothing per se but are connected to it by a shared attitude. As Baudelaire puts it in Peintre de la vie moderne, “Le dandysme n’est […] pas un goût immodéré de la toilette et de l’élégance matérielle. Ces choses ne sont pour le parfait dandy qu’un symbole de la supériorité aristocratique de son esprit.”

An attempt to periodize dandyism is more relevant, of course, to an analysis of historical dandyism than mythical dandyism; but the myth itself has its dates, and so is subject to historiographical analysis. While Carassus values the myth more than the historical reality, he acknowledges that anachronistic definitions of dandyism which apply the label to historical figures “avant ou après la lettre” tend to dilute its meaning. While it is possible to see dandyism in other eras, it is still in comparison to a baseline era. For Carassus, this baseline is the Romantic era, and he sees Beau Brummell as, if not the literal “first dandy,” at least a founding figure, and dandyism as a cross-cultural phenomenon that is more or less unidirectionally English-to-French (he goes so far as to say that it is “impossible” to be a dandy outside of Paris and London); however, he readily includes later figures such as Baudelaire (albeit minus Les Fleurs du mal, which he finds insufficiently detached to be an “œuvre de dandysme”) as both theorists and practitioners. Camus has a similarly expansive vision of dandyism (although, as Carassus points out, his analysis is more metaphysical) in L’homme révolté; dandyism is central to romanticism, but as his romanticism includes both Byron and Baudelaire, the Romantic era goes beyond 1800-1850. Baudelaire himself, as well as Barbey d’Aurevilly and Balzac, have more or less contemporary perspectives on dandyism, although both look backwards to varying degrees; in Peintre de la vie moderne, Baudelaire is writing during a moment that falls outside of Carassus’ golden age of dandyism, but not by very much; Barbey d’Aurevilly, in Du Dandysme et de George Brummell, is situated towards its end and thus after the death of the actual subject of his study; and Balzac, in Traité de la vie élégante, is well within the Romantic era, after Brummell’s English heyday but during a time when his influence was felt strongly in France.

In her study Dandyism in the Age of Revolution: The Art of the Cut, Elizabeth Amann proposes that dandyism, rather than beginning in the nineteenth century with Beau Brummell, was in fact eighteenth-century foppery that had undergone a valorization process at the end of the century; as a distinct phenomenon it had its roots in the Revolution of 1789, and thus was a French importation to England before Brummell brought it back to France. She focuses on the (proto-)dandyism of the Terror, Thermidor and the Directory, but also discusses its reverberations into nineteenth-century “theoretical discussions” (notably Le Peintre de la vie moderne, Traité de la vie élégante, and Sartor Resartus). She makes the bold but plausible claim that “the Revolution [of 1789] lurks behind the modern vision of dandyism,” for instance, pointing out that Baudelaire’s meditations on dandyism in Le Peintre de la vie moderne are preceded by a reflection on Revolutionary fashion in the first chapter: “J’ai sous les yeux une série de gravures de modes commençant avec la Révolution et finissant à peu près au Consulat.” I would add that he later states in the chapter “Le dandy” that dandies and incroyables are driven by the same impulse: “Que ces hommes se fassent nommer raffinés, incroyables, beaux, lions ou dandys, tous sont issus d’une même origine; tous participent du même caractère d’opposition et de révolte; tous sont des représentants de ce qu’il y a de meilleur dans l’orgueil humain, de ce besoin, trop rare chez ceux d’aujourd’hui, de combattre et de détruire la trivialité.” Like Amann, Baudelaire sees dandyism as a transitional phenomenon, “le dernier éclat d’héroïsme dans les décadences […] un soleil couchant; comme l’astre qui décline, il est superbe, sans chaleur et plein de mélancolie,” but not unique to the time and place of the particular transition focused on in The Art of the Cut: “Le dandysme est une institution vague, aussi bizarre que le duel; très-ancienne, puisque César, Catilina, Alcibiade nous en fournissent des types éclatants; très-générale, puisque Chateaubriand l’a trouvée dans les forêts et au bord des lacs du Nouveau-Monde.”

If we define “the aesthetics of transgression” as rule-breaking mediated by aesthetic concerns and thus governed by its own codes and logic—or aesthetic projects mediated by rule-breaking—then the figure of the dandy in the nineteenth century (and beyond) can be seen as aesthetically transgressive (or transgressively aesthetic) in several ways. The dandy explicitly rejects the conventions of bourgeois society (and mainstream aristocratic society, for that matter);  Amann makes a compelling case that dandyism, as a practice of self-fashioning if not yet as a fully-formed philosophy, was a form of resistance to stringent Revolutionary codes of dress, and that the more theorized (Romantic, Decadent, etc.) nineteenth-century dandyism displays continuity with this tradition. The dandy also makes a strong claim to distinction and alterity which is at once completely personal and completely dependent on the gaze of others; negation, nothingness and the death drive are often at the heart of this differentiation; and beauty and elegance are positioned as the highest in a hierarchy of values.

While the dandy’s aesthetics are not necessarily depoliticized, they certainly take precedence over politics; that is to say, the political element present in the aesthetics does not define them and, more importantly, aesthetic convictions will never yield to conflicting political demands. In fact, they will not yield to any demands at all, except the exigencies of taste and perhaps of material reality. There is a certain threat in this valuation of the beautiful as terminally good that goes beyond the political inconvenience of “l’art pour l’art.” When the beautiful and the good are seen as independent, they can very easily be placed into opposition. The beautiful can be evil: in À rebours, a tortoise is killed when its shell is bejeweled, and flowers exhale poison; degenerate flowers also form a topos in the work of Baudelaire and Genet, their titles blurring into one another: Notre-Dame des fleurs du mal. The evil can also be beautiful; even murder may, as Thomas De Quincey says in On Murder Considered as one of the Fine Arts, be “treated aesthetically,” rather than “laid hold of by its its moral handle (as it generally is in the pulpit and at the Old Bailey), and that, I confess is its weak side.”

When this mindset is taken further, the weaker “moral handle” is not simply momentarily ignored—it is destroyed. Genet, says Larry David Nachman in “Genet: Dandy of the Lower Depths,” does not feel bound by customary morality, “[n]or does he replace the customary with a personal morality. What happens in Genet is that the whole moral order disintegrates and disappears. In its place, Genet offers a pure aestheticism from which all trace of the moral has been erased. ‘The beauty of a moral act,’ Genet says, ‘depends on the beauty of its expression.’ Genet explicitly rejects any calculation of the consequences of an act.” Among these aestheticized acts is, of course, murder—but the moral vacuum is more deeply felt than it is in De Quincey’s essay, for Genet’s aestheticism is born of hatred and resentment. De Quincey assures us that although he admires the murders of others, he would never commit the act himself—Genet makes no such promises:

Above all, it is murder that Genet adores. Murder is the final test of one's commitment to the aesthetic. One kills to demonstrate one's fidelity to the logic of the act. Fidelity to the aesthetic of pure violence is proof that one no longer retains a loyalty to the moral world of ordinary men. […] Genet’s is not an indifferent detachment. He withdraws from a world he detests and which has wronged him. Hatred of the world and the desire to have revenge upon it underlay his aesthetic embrace of crime. […] And no one knew this better than his friend, Jean-Paul Sartre, who was unflinching in his devotion. The finest pages of Sartre’s adulatory commentary upon Genet examine the issue of aestheticism. At one point, Sartre observes that “aestheticism does not derive form an unconditional love of the Beautiful: it is born of resentment” (ibid.).

Sometimes, it is not only the relationship of goodness to beauty that is called into question, but beauty itself; the categories of beautiful and not-beautiful become confused as the horrible and the disgusting, in addition to the evil, are valorized on an aesthetic level. Describing something as horrible or disgusting is more of an aesthetic judgment than a moral one and it is thus even more of a contradiction in terms to associate such qualities with beauty, whether in recategorizing them as beautiful or rejecting the aesthetic supremacy of beauty itself and replacing it with the horrible qua horrible. The “beauty of the Medusa” that fascinated the early Romantics, as described by Mario Praz in The Romantic Agony, is an example of the former approach; beauty and poetry could be extracted from “base and repugnant” materials, and a masochistic pleasure was felt in mingling beauty with horror, death, and sadness that expressly so that it would be tainted and corrupted—an accursed beauty was all the more delectable for having been subjected to what the frères Goncourt called “faisandage.” Beauty is adulterated, perhaps amalgamated, but it is still beauty.

Genet, on the other hand, rejected the framework upon which beauty was based, allowing the abject to exist on its own terms. Nachman says that Genet “finds beauty everywhere, particularly in that which is most loathsome and repugnant; he imposes on the perceptible the demands of his fancy”; but that is not quite right. Ugliness is not beauty to Genet, but it is valued the way others value beauty; filth is not cleanliness, but it is exulted in as filth; and so on. He achieves a total inversion not only of moral but also of aesthetic values when he writes, with masturbatory appreciation, of his lover Salvador’s homeliness, or of the vermin infesting them both: “Les poux nous habitaient. [Ils] étaient le seul signe de notre prosperité, de l’envers même de la prosperité, mais il était logique qu’en faisant à notre état opérer un rétablissement qui le justifiât, nous justifions du même coup le signe de cet état. Devenus aussi utiles pour la connaissance de notre amenuisement que les bijoux pour la connaissance de ce qu’on nomme le triomphe, les poux étaient précieux. Nous en avions à la fois honte et gloire.”

Since dandyism in its prototypical clothing-based sense is a visible system of signs, it becomes interesting to ask: is it the signifier or the signified that changes? Are Baudelaire’s “fleurs du mal” identical to regular flowers apart from their “mal”—is their beauty the same? Or do they have a qualitatively different beauty, an evil beauty that is greater than the sum of its parts? When Genet compares convicts in French Guiana to flowers in the opening lines of Journal du voleur, he does so by invoking flowers’ conventional qualities of organic fragility and pastel inoffensiveness: “Le vêtement des forçats est rayé rose et blanc. Si, commandé par mon cœur l’univers où je me complais, je l’élus, ai-je le pouvoir au moins d’y découvrir les nombreux sens que je veux: il existe donc un étroit rapport entre les fleurs et les bagnards. La fragilité, la délicatesse des premières sont de même nature que la brutale insensibilité des autres [emphasis in original].” To return to what Carassus calls the “signe privilégié”: do dandies change the meaning of the clothing they wear, creating garments that are les vêtements du dandysme in the same way that Huysmans’ and perhaps also Baudelaire’s flowers are ontologically distinct fleurs du mal? Or is the meaning of any given element of their toilette fixed, but the toilette itself subject to disruptions of meaning as the dandy either employs completely novel clothing or wears familiar clothing in a novel way—similar to Genet’s vision of convicts as unalteredly delicate flowers?

The dandy’s revolt, however, goes beyond the anomie that comes from an embrace of the beautiful at the expense of the good; if these impersonal aesthetic questions were all there were to dandyism, then the figure of the dandy himself would be superfluous: he would be reduced to a disembodied mind contemplating a painting in a museum. But the dandy (even as an ideal) is not an abstraction, nor does he deal in abstractions: he is thoroughly embodied and thoroughly representational, formed as much by doing and being as by thinking and feeling. “Le dandysme,” Barthes says in “Le dandysme et la mode,” “n’est […] pas seulement une éthique […] mais aussi une technique. C’est l’union de l’une et de l’autre qui fait le dandy, et c’est évidemment la seconde qui est garante de la première.”

What are the ethical and technical principles that organize the dandy’s self-fashioning? First, there is the attitude that Baudelaire calls “la supériorité aristocratique de [l’]esprit,” but which can come from the lumpenproletariat as well as from the aristocracy: “What Genet has done that is remarkable is to eroticize the underworld; his aesthete’s hatred comes from below rather than from above the social order” (Nachman). The dandy criminal and the dandy aristocrat, both from “useless” classes, are united in their disdain for work and for bourgeois practicality, morality and vulgarity (ibid.). More displays of interpersonal unpleasantness ensue: Baudelaire describes the dandy as exhibiting “Le meilleur de l’orgueuil humain” and “l’air froid qui vient de l’inébranlable résolution de ne pas être ému,” which Carassus combines into the formula “le plaisir d’étonner et de n’être jamais étonné”; the latter also stresses the importance of “insolence” and “impertinence,” and describes how “les grands champions du dandysme déploient un incontestable talent à se montrer aussi désagréables que possible, sachant fort bien qu’ils en seront d’autant plus recherchés et admirés” (ibid.).

In addition to having a performative bad attitude, the dandy strove to cultivate originality and distinction and to destroy banality and triviality: “C’est avant tout le besoin de se faire une originalité, contenue dans les limites extérieures des convenances” (Baudelaire). This is a rigorous task, which leads Baudelaire to compare dandyism to a religion, Camus to call it “une forme dégradé de l’ascèse,” and Carassus to identify a “tension interne, perpétuel effort d’invention.” According to Barbey d’Aurevilly, says Amann, the dandy “exists only in the masculine singular,” as an independent being with an “ineffable and irreproducible” style, and consequently there is no one-size-fits-all “code of dandyism.” Dandyism is, as Baudelaire says, a “culte de soi-même.” At the same time, there did exist codes that were necessary if not sufficient; Carassus speaks of the importance of being seen at a certain place in a certain time, Baudelaire (in the Brummell school) claims that “la perfection de la toilette consiste-t-elle dans la simplicité absolue, qui est, en effet, la meilleure façon de se distinguer,” and Barthes says the key to dandyism is in varying the details of a uniform template, which is why fashion killed dandyism: “La Mode a exterminé toute singularité pensée du vêtement, en prenant tyranniquement en charge sa singularité institutionnelle.” Mass appeal kills dandyism just as easily as universal repulsiveness.

            There is a certain self-reflexive quality to this originality and this cult of the self. The dandy is both subject and object, both artist and work of art: “The writer creates his image on the page, but his writing also shapes his vision of himself. Similarly, the dandy-artist expresses himself through his dandy-persona but is also transformed by the image he creates. To put it another way, the dandy’s clothing volleys back and forth between the expressive and the formative functions of dress; it is alternately the mirror and the maker of the man” (Amann). The question arises, then, whether the dandy as object is an object only to himself, or to others as well. Is dandyism in the eye of the beholder—the other beholder, who is not oneself—or does it come from within? Is one still a dandy if one is not found to be elegant by others, or if one does not succeed at “surprising” (which is, according to Carassus, as important as “never being surprised”)? Aestheticism, if not dandyism per se, certainly founds itself on interiority and subjectivity, on a retreat inward; Des Esseintes has no need for other people in the private universe creates in À rebours, nor does Genet: “Aesthetes like Genet long to remain in a world of their own. They sleepwalk through life disdaining the vulgarity of the commonplace. But to prevent the real world from impinging on the world which they have constructed, they must isolate themselves from their fellows who would otherwise trespass on their reveries” (Nachman). Still, if dandyism requires a greater degree of interaction with the gaze of others—and there does seem to be a consensus that no dandy can truly be an island—a paradox arises: in order to be distinct and original, it is necessary to compare yourself to and define yourself against others; your meaning exists relative to others’ meaning.

             Carassus believes that the dandy cheerfully resolves this paradox through an artistic sleight of hand: “Le dandy refuse ce dilemme: son succès dépend de l’effet produit sur autrui, mais cet effet, il lui appartient de le produire à son gré et sans avoir recours aux mérites devant lesquels s’incline habituellement la société.” He calls this prest(idigit)ation “le triomphe du rien,” explaining that “Le dandy n’attend rien ni d’une œuvre, ni d’une haute fait, ni d’une fonction; vers sa personne seule, livrée à ses propres ressources, doivent monter les encens […] Le coup du maître du dandy consiste à transformer le négatif en positif. Il fonde son pouvoir sur des valeurs réputées futiles, sur tout ce que la société feint de considérer comme accessoire et, par le seul fait qu’il s’impose, il rend dérisoires les mérites consacrées.” By harnessing the power of the empty set, the dandy sidesteps the problem of having to strive for others’ admiration; according to Jean Lemaître (cited by Carassus), “il fait croire à ce qui n’existe pas.” By investing the void with value, he regains his independence.

Camus is more pessimistic. He defines revolt as a combination of saying “no” to the undesired and “yes” to the desired, then asserts that the dandy exhibits the former (a rejection of intrusion) without the latter (an “adhésion entière et instantanée à une certaine part de lui-même”). The dandy does not “[transforme] le négatif en positif,” as Carassus claims; the negative remains negative, with all the anguish that entails: “Le dandy crée sa propre unité par des moyens esthétiques. Mais c’est une esthétique de la singularité et de la négation. ‘Vivre et mourir devant un miroir,’ telle était, selon Baudelaire, la devise du dandy. Elle est cohérente, en effet. Le dandy est par fonction un oppositionnel. Il ne se maintient que dans le défi.” Nor does the dandy have a joyful creative energy at his disposal, what Carassus calls “la création à partir de rien”; his performance is more of a compulsion, a series of frantic gesticulations in front of a mirror. “La frénésie,” says Camus, “est l’envers de l’ennui […] Seul le cri fait vivre.” This “cri” is very far removed from the semiological magic trick used by Carassus’ dandies; it is sterile and thanatotic. Camus’ dandy has not tamed the void.

Camus’ metaphysical vision of dandyism is based in a romantic context. He connects the dandy to Milton’s Satan and to the Byronic hero, and asserts that the dandy, not the revolutionary, is the “image la plus originale” of romanticism. Caught in fatality, doomed to be melancholic, he is unable to arrive at the good because it has been monopolized and corrupted by an unjust God; but in rejecting God, he loses his “cohérence” and is forced to find the meaning with which to build himself up again. However, in doing this he must constantly maintain the opposition which defines him, or else cease to exist: “Le dandy se rassemble, se forge une unité, par la force même du refus. Dissipé en tant que personne privée de règle, il sera cohérent en tant que personnage. Mais un personnage suppose un public; le dandy ne peut se poser qu’en s’opposant. Il ne peut s’assurer de son existence qu’en la retrouvant dans le visage des autres. Les autres sont le miroir.” Needless to say, as the mirror/others are the means by which he maintains the opposition that defines his existence, he cannot lose their attention; he is thus forced to provoke, to innovate, to surprise: “Le dandy est forcé d’étonner toujours. Sa vocation est dans la singularité, son perfectionnement dans la surenchère. Toujours en rupture, en marge, il force les autres à le créer lui-même, en niant leurs valeurs.” Without a mirror, he disappears: “Il joue sa vie, faute de pouvoir la vivre. Il la joue jusqu’à la mort, sauf aux instants où il est seul et sans miroir. Être seul pour un dandy revient à n’être rien.” More vulnerable than a vampire, he does not have the immortality that allows him to exist without a reflection.

And yet—the appel du vide is strong. What if he were to be swallowed up by it? Even the negation that threatens the dandy may feed his imagination. Death may put an end to dandyism, but the idea of death does not. The most dandyste mode of death, aside from perhaps some kind of exotic torture, is undoubtedly the guillotine; this relationship is summed up in the following way by Patrick Wald Lasowski in Guillotinez-moi!: Précis de décapitation: “Le Christ porte sa croix. Le dandy s’avance avec son échafaud.” In addition to illustrating his point with an ekphrasis of dandy necks, cravats and collars, he repeats the following anecdote: according to the Goncourt brothers, Baudelaire appeared at a café “sans cravate, le col nu, la tête rasée, en vraie toilette de guillotiné” after Les Fleurs du mal was censored. Camus asserts that the “héritage du romantisme” is “pris en charge” by Lacenaire and Baudelaire, not Hugo, because they are “poètes du crime.” I would add that in the shadow of crime lurks the guillotine. Lacenaire tells us in his memoirs that before being executed for real, he was guillotined in his dreams: “Un lien invisible exista entre moi et l’affreuse machine.” The “lien invisible” between Lacenaire and the guillotine is also a “lien invisible” between either dandyism and death or dandyism and “le triomphe du rien,” depending on whether one agrees with Camus’ or Carassus’ analysis of the paradox.

            The figure of the dandy is transgressive on multiple axes, and these axes have an aesthetic dimension. In his revolt against bourgeois taste, the social order, political authority, traditional morality and even the word of law, he passes through different realms of expression and experience reflective of the binary oppositions with which dandyism is inflected: public/private, interior/exterior, subject/object, self/other, ideal/real, intangible/material. Rendered unstable and volatile by his internal contradictions, he cannot sustain too heavy a gaze and will vanish from existence before allowing himself to be grasped. Those who reflect on him may easily “s’écarter de la première et banale acception” (Carassus), but the dandy cannot be fully assimilated into any of the different movements—romantic, aesthetic, decadent—that lay claim to him. Although admired, feared, and deplored by many, he can never truly belong to anyone.

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1840 Wednesday 19 March

7 1/2

1 10/..

fine morning Reamur 14 1/2° now at 8 1/2 a.m. on my table in my little screened off sleeping room –

breakfast at 9 in about 1/2 hour or more – then dawdling over 1 thing or other till now 10 10/.. –

out at 10 25/.. to 12 1/4 – along the canal (turned to the right going from here) to the arsenal – Ann made some little addition to her sketch of yesterday

a captain of the fleet of brig number 45 came to us (45 on his gold spanlet – said it was the number of his vessel) were standing just opposite to his house – then went to the end of the canal and walked along the poorish wooden town to the left till we chanced to get into the court yard of another capitaine de vaisseau whose good wooden (plank house) verandahed and pedimented was so picturesque that Ann sketched it and I noted the parapet railing of the verandah ascended by several steps (wood of course – wood every thing there) – the promenade on each side the canal boarded – all the trottoirs near the houses where there are trottoirs, are boarded - railing about 2 feet high from foot rail to top rail that is the height between the two = about 2 feet and there then 6 inches of bottomed slit above and below the O in each board top and bottom rail – 3 of the round topped and the ovals and rounds cut of out of 3/4 inch boards 2 feet high exclusive of top and bottom tail = 6 inches each – very pretty for Shibden

then walked onwards towards a goodish looking yellow washed green roofed church – clocher nave dome-church went in – full of peasants and the prestole door open – the lights – the smoke of incense – the gilding the singing the ensemble striking – handsome interior – It came into my mind Do I prefer the Greek to the Roman Catholic churches?

Terribly muddy dirty streets – crossing terrible – came in at 12 1/4 expecting callers – the 3 we sent cards to yesterday – by and by Madame La colonel as I suppose Blagetsky sent up her cards – too ill to come upstairs – the cards simply ‘F Blazjavska’ –

note from the the vice governor to say he sent me Mr Golikoff’s order to the Inspection of his fisheries named Outchougi to shew us all that was to be seen there adding je crois de mon devoir d’ajouter qui Monsieur Golikoff exprème quelquis appréhensions au suject de l’excursion que vous projetez, madame – Il m’ecuit que par le tems qu’il fait cette excursion n’est pas sans danger, Quant au voyage jusqu’ à la Zuarantaine, il ni faut plus y danger – Veuillez agréer, madame, l’assurance de ma respectueuse consideration Voldemar Pfachler – le 6 mars 1840’ – an end of the whole thing –

about 2 xxxxxxxx came Madame de la colonel de Barbasikine – i.e. ‘Madame de Boborykinn’ the pretty little Mrs Milne like mother of 4 daughters and 3 sons the oldest (daughter) aetatis 11 years youngest 7 months – she staid till 2 50/.. near an hour talking of our opinion of Russian and the emperor – I respect the latter as a great man – and every thing interests me in the former – every where bien – no disagrémens pour moi – sleep well on the floor and care not about the planchers whether this or that so far – Ann found them dirty – and compared them at a discount with the Inns of England – unfair – I neither do this to the Russians nor to myself – considering the real state of civilization among the various peoples of Russia and how little the higher orders travel in their own country or know it, it is more wonderful to have the comforts the facilities one has than that any should be wanting – the emperor is a great man, and his huge empire a wonder – the malheurs said I de la Russia sont la toilette des dames and le vin de champagne des diners! The lady’s dress too often costs more than the whole appointments of the husband and the champagne at 14/. per bottle makes a 50 or 60 bottle dinner a serious matter – Madame de Barbaskine owned this was true but our lady could not set herself against all the rest – She must do like the rest and so it is with the vin de Champagne! –

on Madame de Barbaskine going had a cup of soup and a little bread and sent George with comliments and inquiries after Madame de Brügen and to say if she was well enough and disengaged and would be so good as send the calêche we would drink tea with her – sent compliments and inquiries after Madame la baronne de Taubé – then writing so far of today till 4 p.m. –

Madame de Barbaskine was just coming to us – will send for us at 8 this evening – had our landlord – tea at 5 1/2 – dressed (from merinos to black silk morning gown and black velvet pelerine) –

off the moment the carriage came at 7 1/2 to the Brugens’ – nobody but ourselves – took the couriers’ bills etc. Mr de Brügen (l’ataman) looked over the last bill – the man seems to have taken on average about 1/. too much on each relay – no! much more for for recking him to have really paid all he has paid for Volin (free horses) he had still ever paid or gained on the last bill above 80/. ! Mr l’ataman wrote down in pencil what ought to have been paid at each Relai – the same has occurred before :. therefore how the man was not satisfied with his gains I do not quite under stand – I hope he will gain less in future – the ataman thinks my plan of paying every thing myself a very good one and will get me silver for the journey – the Brügens excellent people – agreeable sociable evening –

home at 11 30/.. – fine day – Reamur 1° this morning this morning –

talked over this evening Mr de Pfachler’s note – the excursion to the quarantaine quite at an end; and as for the other we here all agreed it was best to give it up – the dégèle too advanced to leave even the fishery quite safely practicable – to have the Brugens’ calèche tomorrow and Mademoiselle Briezemann (and sister) to go with us to the cathedral and to see a vineyard and to make some shoppings

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Part 1: Countess Potocka at Napoleon’s Court

It's so difficult to leave Countess Potocka. Every time I want to, there is this or that portrayal or narration of some event that is too good to pass up. Here is Part 1 of her introduction to the Napoleonic court, and her description of four ladies of prime importance. No one will be surprised to find out she only liked one of them. Here is yet another extract from her memoirs, including a vinegary description of Marie-Louise:

   Dès que l'Impératrice fut établie aux Tuileries, on procéda aux présentations. En ma qualité d'étrangère, je devais être présentée non seulement à l'Empereur et à l'Impératrice, mais encore à toutes les reines et princesses de la famille. Chacune avait son jour ; il fallait donc tous les matins recommencer une longue et fatigante toilette et passer les plus belles heures de  la journée à mettre et à ôter une robe de cour. Le soir on se reposait... au spectacle.

   L'Empereur recevait vers midi, dans son cabinet.

   Après avoir débuté par les trois révérences d'usage, on était nommé. L'Empereur, debout, une main appuyée sur son bureau, attendait, vous enveloppant d'un coup d'oeil gracieux quand vous étiez jeune et jolie. Ce n'était là que le prélude d'un acte encore plus difficile à accomplir. En sortant, les trois révérence étaient à recommencer, mais à reculons. La difficulté, c'était un manteau de cour d'une longueur démesurée qu'il fallait renvoyer moyennant un petit coup de pied imperceptible [...].

   En sortant du cabinet de l'Empereur, nous passâmes dans le salon d'attente de l'Impératrice, où déjà quantité de gens se trouvaient réunis. Elle sortit de ses appartements, suivie d'une cour nombreuse et brillante. Le goût avec lequel elle était mise l'avait un peu désenlaidie, mais l'expression de la figure restait la même. Pas un sourire bienveillant, pas un regard curieux qui vinssent animer ce visage de bois. Elle fit le tour du cercle, allant de l'une à l'autre comme ces poupées à mécanique qui roulent lorsqu'on les a montées, montrant leur fine taille bien raide, leurs gros yeux de porcelaine d'un bleu pâle et toujours fixes.

   L'Empereur marchait à ses côtés, afin de lui souffler ce qu'elle devait dire, principalement aux personnes qu'il voulait distinguer. Lorsque vint mon tour, la dame qui me présentait m'ayant nommée à la jeune souveraine, j'entendis parfaitement les mots : pleine de grâce, que murmura Napoléon. Elle les répéta d'une façon si sèche et avec un accent tellement tudesque que j'en fus peu charmée.    As soon as the Empress had settled into the Tuileries, presentations started. As a foreigner, I had to be presented not only to the Emperor and to the Empress, but to all the queens and princesses of this family. Each one had her day [for presentations]; hence, each day had to start over again with a long and tiring grooming, spending the most pleasant hours of the day putting on and taking off a court dress. At night, one rested... by going to entertainments.

   The Emperor received persons to be introduced around noon, in his private offices.

   After one had performed the usual three curtsies, one's name was stated. The Emperor, standing, one hand on his desk, waited and gave a gracious glance to those ladies who were young and pretty. This [the curtsies] was but a prelude to an action even more difficult to perform. When leaving the room, the three curtsies had to be repeated, but walking backward. The difficulty resided with a court train of extravagant length which had to be propelled backward by a small, imperceptible kick [...].       

    After leaving the Emperor's private offices, we passed into a the Empress's waiting salon, where a considerable number had assembled already. She came out of her private apartments, followed by a numerous and brilliant retinue. Her tasteful attire had made her a little bit less ugly, but the expression on her face remained unchanged. Not a single kindly smile, not one inquisitive glance which might have animated this wooden face. She went around the room, going from one lady to the next like one of these mechanical dolls which move on wheels once they have been wound up, their slender bodies very stiff, their outsized, pale blue porcelain eyes unmoving.

       The Emperor walked by her side, so as to be able to whisper the words she was to speak, mainly to those he wanted to honour. When my turn came, once the lady who was introducing me [to the court] had said my name to the young empress, I could perfectly hear the words very gracious which Napoleon murmured. She repeated them so tersely and with such a heavy Germanic accent that I was little delighted. https://gallica.bnf.fr/ark:/12148/bpt6k5463019n/f249.item.zoom, pp. 205-208 Countess Potocka likes Napoleon, so she is not one to criticize him. She does not say how Napoleon behaved when presented with a lady who was neither young nor pretty. As for Marie-Louise, the Countess would not have minded the Germanic accent if she had shown a little more warmth.

For Marie-Louise, Josephine was a tough act to follow, and she must have been aware that people would compare her to Napoleon's first wife constantly. But it seems many who had never met Josephine did not much like Marie-Louise. If Napoleon had had a crystal ball, I think he would have stayed married with Josephine and adopted Hortense's youngest son, who ended up being emperor after all.

Part 2 of Countess Potocka's reminiscences of Napoleon's court coming soon!

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Saturday 13.. July 1839

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found my chemise a goodish deal fine morning F73° at 4 ¼ am – off at 5 – stop at Bramstedt [Bad Bramstedt] nice little rather scattered picturesque town – breakfast in the public room there – money-pother – at last a good sort of English speaking Dame came in who explained intelligently – breakfast from 9 20/.. to 10 50/.. comfortable – the Eilwagen drove up just we were coming away – several gentlemen and some ladies – from B- to Nieumünster [Neumünster] and thence (4 meilen) to Kiel, Stadt Copenhagen at 4 40/.. – sent my compliments to our vicar consul Mr. Birch – good humoured man – call at 4 for 5 minutes and so asked that we promised to take coffee with Mrs. Birch at 6, he to come for us and then see us on board at 7 – a little rain between Bramstedt [Bad Bramstedt] and here – about 4 ¼ began to rain and seems likely to rain for the rest of the day – dinner   mutton cutlets and potatoes and 3 plats of sweetmeat at 4 53/.. in about 20 minutes – very good – enjoyed our dinner – then wrote out (before and after dinner) from line 13 of p. 156 to here till now 5 40/.. – the carriage just gone to be put on board – and Mr. Birchs’ carriage at the door to convey us to his house – off immediately – found a little party – a soirée – all sufficiently en toilette to make us apologize – however all gradually disappointed save Mr. and Mrs. Birch and one of their married daughters and a niece soon to be married also to a German – excellent coffee – and the hour (almost hour) from 5 50/.. to 6 ¾ was soon talked away – Mrs. B- happening to be my neighbour my conversation almost wholly with her – had I read Mrs. Trollopes’ voyage down the Danube? – all charming – knows Mrs. Trollope – this I did not discover till I had enlarged a little upon the writers’ offences against the ladies of Liège – I thought we ought not to receive peoples civilities and return them by disagreeable remarks – sarcastic remarks seldom gained us friends – a little court at Kiel – the kings’ daughter who had married secondly the duke of Holstein Glucksburg – father to the young prince Xtian who had so pleased our queen – Mrs. B- made a goodish hit at the discovery of the politics – I said I had none abroad, and even at home thought ladies having no vote, had not much to do with them – I should [missing – think] Mr. and Mrs. B- to be liberal could not get much local information till just on Mr. B-‘s leaving us at the vessel and on my inquiring as to the commerce of the place I found he exported butter to London to the amount of £60,00 to £70,000 per annum! I said he ought to clear 10pc. he said he wished he did – well! but said I from 5 to 10pc. he said he had sometimes got losses – However, he is evidently making a rapid fortune – he is evidently the merchant prince of Kiel – himself and household all in good keeping – excellent people as far as countenance may be trusted – doing much good to Kiel and all its butter-making neighbourhood – on board at 7 and under weigh immediately – Kiel, its church or 2, and palace and its beautifully undulating, wooded verdant country and ditto ditto ditto on the opposite side the fiord, form a fine panorama to the parting stranger – our captain (Jesse or some such Danish name) of the Christian Frederick the 6th (or what else was the name of our vessel?) very civil – pointed out the entrance to, and the distant masts on, the Eider canal – said it was supposed Mr. Birch (from London – but we are all from London) would buy the large ship we must have observed on the stocks – 400 to 500 tons [burden] – launched – for £1600 – but then fitting up would cost as much more – sails and rigging etc. they always counted as much again as the price paid for the vessel just fit for launching – besides she is not coppered – the common people grumble – say Mr. Bitch makes butter dear – however said our Captain – he employs a great many people and does a great deal of good there – but the only trade of Kiel seems to be in butter and the corn produce of the country – which is considerable – the farmers all doing well – the power of our Engine built in London = 90 horse – too little for the size of the vessel – after engine was ordered it was discovered that a state cabin would be wanted and this added 10ft. to the length of her (the vessel) – full speed with nothing against her = 8 miles English an hour – wind and tide against ½ that all she could do – the vessel itself built at Copenhagen – no trade there – prince Frederic in Jutland – the sunset beautifully – and as he dipped beneath he left me to my old enemy, sea sickness – at 9 I was regularly beset till near midnight when the captain advised our going to the carriage and we did go, and slept by and by thro’ the night till after 6 – nothing particular to be seen – dozed on till near 9 soon