and avenues near the Meander,–
the greens and reds of the setting sun.
Horace nymphs with First Empire headdresses,–
Siberian rounds and Boucher’s Chinese ladies.
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the whiteness of women’s bodies attacking the sun;silken, in masses and pure lily, banners under the walls a maiden defended;The frolic of angels – No… the current of gold in motion moves its arms,dark and above all cool, of green. She [the weed] sinks,and having the blue Heaven for a canopy,takes for curtains the shade…
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In the brown dining-room,
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