The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne, |
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Glowed on the marble, where the glass |
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Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines |
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From which a golden Cupidon peeped out |
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(Another hid his eyes behind his wing) |
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Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra |
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Reflecting light upon the table as |
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The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it, |
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From satin cases poured in rich profusion; |
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In vials of ivory and coloured glass |
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Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes, |
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Unguent, powdered, or liquid-troubled, confused |
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And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air |
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That freshened from the window, these ascended |
90 |
In fattening the prolonged candle-flames, |
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Flung their smoke into the laquearia, |
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Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling. |
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Huge sea-wood fed with copper |
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Burned green and orange, framed by the coloured stone, |
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In which sad light a carved dolphin swam. |
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Above the antique mantel was displayed |
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As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene |
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The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king |
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So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale |
100 |
Filled all the desert with inviolable voice |
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And still she cried, and still the world pursues, |
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'Jug Jug' to dirty ears. |
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And other withered sumps of time |
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Were told upon the walls; staring forms |
105 |
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed. |
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Footsteps shuffled on the stair. |
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Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair |
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Spread out in fiery points |
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Glowed into words, then would be savagely still. |
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'My nerves are bad to night. Yes, bad. Stay with me. |
Note: 111-138 |
'Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak. |
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'What are you thinking of? What thinking? What? |
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'I never know what you are thinking. Think.' |
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I think we are in rats' alley
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Where the dead men lost their bones. |
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'What is that noise?' |
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'What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?' |
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Nothing again nothing.
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120 |
'Do
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'You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember |
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'Nothing?'' |
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I remember |
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'Those are pearls that were his eyes. |
125 |
'Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?' |
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But
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O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag- |
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It's so elegant |
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So intelligent |
130 |
'What shall I do now? What shall I do?' |
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'I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street |
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'With my hair down, so. What shall we do to-morrow? |
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'What shall we ever do?' |
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And if it rains, a closed car at four. |
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And we shall play a game of chess, |
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Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door. |
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When Lil's husband got demobbed, I said- |
Note: 139-172 |
I didn't mince my words, I said to her myself, |
140 |
HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME |
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Now Albert's coming back, make yourself a bit smart. |
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He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you |
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To get yourself some teeth. He did, I was there. |
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You have them all out, Lil, and get a nice set, |
145 |
He said, I swear, I can't bear to look at you. |
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And no more can't I, I said, and think of poor Albert, |
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He's been in the army four years, he wants a good time, |
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And if you don't five it him, there's others will, I said. |
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Oh is there, she said. Something o' that, I said. |
150 |
Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a straight look. |
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HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME |
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If you don't like it you can get on with it, I said. |
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Others can pick and choose if you can't. |
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But if Albert makes off, it won't be for lack of telling |
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You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique. |
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(And her only thirty-one.) |
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I can't help it, she said, pulling a ling face, |
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It's them pills I took, to bring it off, she said. |
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(She's had five already, and nearly died of young George.) |
160 |
The chemist said it would be all right, but I've never been the same. |
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You are a proper fool, I said. |
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Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said, |
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What you get married for if you don't want children? |
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HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME |
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Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon, |
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And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot- |
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HURRY PYP PLEASE ITS TIME |
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HURRY UP PLEASE ITS TIME. |
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Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight. |
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Ta ta. Goonight. Goodnight. |
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Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night |
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