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Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1903 edition. Excerpt: ... stupidity is limitless. With sincere regards, I am Your old friend, Gustave Flaubert. THE WALL Ide were the sashes thrown, the lighted room Poured forth its gleams of splendor on the gloom; Bright flashes played upon the grassy ground; The park below seemed answering to the sound Of pipe and viol, with a glad rebound. Charged with the scent of leaves and garnered croft, The tepid air of night, like breathing soft, Lingered around the shoulders of the fair, And blent the woodland and the desert air With beauty''s magic fragrance; and the gleam Of tapers quivered in the scented stream. The breath of flowers from dappled meadows came Of flowers that decked the hair of many a dame. A chill gust murmured from the spangled sky, As if an odor of the stars came by. The ladies marked, seated on cushions soft, Silent and still, with liquid eye, how oft 13 G. dc M.--10 ( I ) The curtain swelled, as loosened sails unfold. And dreamed of voyage on that sky of gold, There the great starry ocean lay unrolled! And wistful longings o''er their spirits move Bidding them bow beneath the spell of love; Bidding them tell, with voices sweet and low, The secret that their hearts alone can know. On rolled the music, like a perfume rare; In rhythmic waves flowed midnight''s scented air. As came the call of stags upon the blast A shudder through the white robed circle passed. Each left her seat, the music''s strain was still; For o''er the summit of the crested hill, Appeared, as fire ''mid withered branches shines, The huge red moon, behind a copse of pines. Then fairly risen, her full round orb displaying, Up to the distant heaven she soared apace, Like some pale human form, forever straying Around the world, to find its resting place. Then each her pathway through the...