Mystique, in the Sequaire of Goddeschalk with its Amas ut facias pulchram.
But perhaps, as a friend of mine wrote when Swinburne was refused sepulture in ‘Westminster Abbey (they said there was no room and buried the Canon's wife the week after), perhaps, as my friend wrote at the time, "perhaps it is just as well—he suffered fools badly."
I have known also that the really distinguished member, at a meeting of another great "body," encouraged one of his more serious colleagues, who was showing signs of tedium, with "Come, come, we are not here to enjoy ourselves."
M. de Gourmont has gone—
Blandula, tenulla, vagula—
almost with a jest on his lips, for his satire on M. Croquant et la Guerre continues in the current Mercure.
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MISS LOWELL ON FRENCH POETS
This is fine bookmaking, beautiful paper, beautiful print. Yet I entered upon the studies with a slight dread that I should find bewildering classifications, waters of modem technique in which I should flounder helplessly. Not at all. The book is clear sailing from title-page to colophon, sounding its message straight out. The essays are written in a
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