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25 | A, I, AND O | The old Begum went by the euphonious appellation of Ohiro-Moldona- Fivona; a name, from its length, deemed highly genteel; though scandal averred, that it was nothing more than her real name transposed; the appellation by which she had been formerly known, signifying a "Getterup-of-Fine-Tappa." But as this would have l... | {
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26 | None | A Reception Day At Pimminee Next morning, Nimni apprized us, that throughout the day he proposed keeping open house, for the purpose of enabling us to behold whatever of beauty, rank, and fashion, Pimminee could boast; including certain strangers of note from various quarters of the lagoon, who doubtless would honor ... | {
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27 | None | Babbalanja Falleth Upon Pimminee Tooth And Nail The levee over, waiving further civilities, we took courteus leave of the Begum and Nimni, and proceeding to the beach, very soon were embarked.
When all were pleasantly seated beneath the canopy, pipes in full blast, calabashes revolving, and the paddlers quietly urg... | {
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28 | None | Babbalanja Regales The Company With Some Sandwiches It was night. But the moon was brilliant, far and near illuminating the lagoon.
Over silvery billows we glided.
"Come Yoomy," said Media, "moonlight and music for aye--a song! a song! my bird of paradise."
And folding his arms, and watching the sparkling water... | {
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29 | None | They Still Remain Upon The Rock "Gogle-goggle, fugle-fi, fugle-fogle-orum," so hummed to himself Babbalanja, slowly pacing over the fossils. "Is he crazy again?" whispered Yoomy.
"Are you crazy, Babbalanja?" asked Media.
"From my very birth have I been so, my lord; am I not possessed by a devil?"
"Then I'll e'e... | {
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30 | None | Behind And Before It was yet moonlight when we pushed from the islet. But soon, the sky grew dun; the moon went into a cavern among the clouds; and by that secret sympathy between our hearts and the elements, the thoughts of all but Media became overcast.
Again discourse was had of that dark intelligence from Mondo... | {
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31 | None | Babbalanja Discourses In The Dark Next day came and went; and still we onward sailed. At last, by night, there fell a calm, becalming the water of the wide lagoon, and becalming all the clouds in heaven, wailing the constellations. But though our sails were useless, our paddlers plied their broad stout blades. Thus s... | {
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32 | None | My Lord Media Summons Mohi To The Stand While slowly the night wore on, and the now scudding clouds flown past, revealed again the hosts in heaven, few words were uttered save by Media; who, when all others were most sad and silent, seemed but little moved, or not stirred a jot.
But that night, he filled his flagon... | {
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33 | None | Wherein Babbalanja And Yoomy Embrace "How the isles grow and multiply around us!" cried Babbalanja, as turning the bold promontory of an uninhabited shore, many distant lands bluely loomed into view. "Surely, our brief voyage, may not embrace all Mardi like its reef?"
"No," said Media, "much must be left unseen. No... | {
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34 | None | Of The Isle Of Diranda In good time the shores of Diranda were in sight. And, introductory to landing, Braid-Beard proceeded to give us some little account of the island, and its rulers.
As previously hinted, those very magnificent and illustrious lord seigniors, the lord seigniors Hello and Piko, who between them ... | {
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35 | None | They Visit The Lords Piko And Hello In good time, we landed at Diranda. And that landing was like landing at Greenwich among the Waterloo pensioners. The people were docked right and left; some without arms; some without legs; not one with a tail; but to a man, all had heads, though rather the worse for wear; covered... | {
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36 | None | They Attend The Games At last the third day dawned; and facing us upon entering the plain, was a throne of red log-wood, canopied by the foliage of a red-dyed Pandannus. Upon this throne, purple-robed, reclined those very magnificent and illustrious lords seigniors, the lord seigniors Hello and Piko. Before them, wer... | {
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37 | None | Taji Still Hunted, And Beckoned Previous to the kings' flight, we had plunged into the neighboring woods; and from thence emerging, entered brakes of cane, sprouting from morasses. Soon we heard a whirring, as if three startled partridges had taken wing; it proved three feathered arrows, from three unseen hands.
Gr... | {
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38 | None | They Embark From Diranda Arrived at the Sign of the Skulls, we found the illustrious lord seigniors at rest from their flight, and once more, quaffing their claret, all thoughts of the specter departed. Instead of rattling their own ivory iii the heads on their shoulders, they were rattling their dice in the skulls i... | {
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39 | None | Wherein Babbalanja Discourses Of Himself An interval of silence was at last broken by Babbalanja.
Pointing to the sun, just gaining the horizon, he exclaimed, "As old Bardianna says--shut your eyes, and believe."
"And what may Bardianna have to do with yonder orb?" said Media.
This much, my lord, the astronomer... | {
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40 | None | Of The Sorcerers In The Isle Of Minda "Tiffin! tiffin!" cried Media; "time for tiffin! Up, comrades! and while the mat is being spread, walk we to the bow, and inhale the breeze for an appetite. Hark ye, Vee-Vee! forget not that calabash with the sea-blue seal, and a round ring for a brand. Rare old stuff, that, Mohi... | {
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41 | None | Chiefly Of Sing Bello "Now Taji," said Media, "with old Bello of the Hump whose island of Dominora is before us, I am at variance."
"Ah! How so?"
"A dull recital, but you shall have it."
And forthwith his Highness began.
This princely quarrel originated, it seems, in a slight jostling concerning the proprieto... | {
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42 | None | Dominora And Vivenza The three canoes still gliding on, some further particulars were narrated concerning Dominora; and incidentally, of other isles.
It seems that his love of wide dominion sometimes led the otherwise sagacious Bello into the most extravagant actions. If the chance accumulation of soil and drift-wo... | {
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43 | None | They Land At Dominora As erewhile recounted, not being on the best terms in Mardi with the King of Dominora, Media saw fit to draw nigh unto his dominions in haughty state; he (Media) being upon excellent terms with himself. Our sails were set, our paddles paddling, streamers streaming, and Vee-Vee in the shark's mou... | {
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44 | None | Through Dominora, They Wander After Yillah At last, withdrawing from the presence of King Bello, we went forth, still intent on our search.
Many brave sights we saw. Fair fields; the whole island a garden; green hedges all round; neat lodges, thick as white mice in the landscape; old oak woods, hale and hearty as e... | {
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45 | None | They Behold King Bello's State Canoe At last, bidding adieu to King Bello; and in the midst of the lowing of oxen, breaking away from his many hospitalities, we departed for the beach. But ere embarking, we paused to gaze at an object, which long fixed our attention.
Now, as all bold cavaliers have ever delighted i... | {
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46 | None | Wherein Babbalanja Bows Thrice The next morning's twilight found us once more afloat; and yielding to that almost sullen feeling, but too apt to prevail with some mortals at that hour, all but Media long remained silent.
But now, a bright mustering is seen among the myriad white Tartar tents in the Orient; like lin... | {
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47 | None | Babbalanja Philosophizes, And My Lord Media Passes Round The Calabashes An interval of silence passed; when Media cried, "Out upon thee, Yoomy! curtail that long face of thine."
"How can he, my lord," said Mohi, "when he is thinking of furlongs?"
"Fathoms you mean, Mohi; see you not he is musing over the gunwale?... | {
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48 | None | They Sail Round An Island Without Landing; And Talk Round A Subject Without Getting At It Purposing a visit to Kaleedoni, a country integrally united to Dominora, our course now lay northward along the western white cliffs of the isle. But finding the wind ahead, and the current too strong for our paddlers, we were f... | {
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49 | None | They Draw Nigh To Porpheero; Where They Behold A Terrific Eruption Gliding away from Verdanna at the turn of the tide, we cleared the strait, and gaining the more open lagoon, pointed our prows for Porpheero, from whose magnificent monarchs my lord Media promised himself a glorious reception.
"They are one and all ... | {
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50 | None | Wherein King Media Celebrates The Glories Of Autumn, The Minstrel, The Promise Of Spring "Ho, now!" cried Media, "across the wide waters, for that New Mardi, Vivenza! Let us indeed see, whether she who eludes us elsewhere, he at last found in Vivenza's vales."
"There or nowhere, noble Taji," said Yoomy.
"Be not t... | {
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51 | None | In Which Azzageddi Seems To Use Babbalanja For A Mouth-Piece Porpheero far astern, the spirits of the company rose. Once again, old Mohi serenely unbraided, and rebraided his beard; and sitting Turk- wise on his mat, my lord Media smoking his gonfalon, diverted himself with the wild songs of Yoomy, the wild chronicle... | {
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52 | None | The Charming Yoomy Sings The morrow came; and three abreast, with snorting prows, we raced along; our mat-sails panting to the breeze. All present partook of the life of the air; and unanimously Yoomy was called upon for a song. The canoes were passing a long, white reef, sparkling with shells, like a jeweler's case:... | {
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53 | None | They Draw Nigh Unto Land In good time, after many days sailing, we snuffed the land from afar, and came to a great country, full of inland mountains, north and south stretching far out of sight. "All hail, Kolumbo!" cried Yoomy.
Coasting by a portion of it, which Mohi called Kanneeda, a province of King Bello's, we... | {
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54 | None | They Visit The Great Central Temple Of Vivenza The throng that greeted us upon landing were exceedingly boisterous.
"Whence came ye?" they cried. "Whither bound? Saw ye ever such a land as this? Is it not a great and extensive republic? Pray, observe how tall we are; just feel of our thighs; Are we not a glorious p... | {
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55 | None | Wherein Babbalanja Comments Upon The Speech Of Alanno As we lingered in the precincts of the temple after all others had departed, sundry comments were made upon what we had seen; and having remarked the hostility of the lunatic orator toward Dominora, Babbalanja thus addressed Media:-- "My lord, I am constrained to... | {
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56 | None | A Scene In Tee Land Of Warwicks, Or King-Makers Wending our way from the temple, we were accompanied by a fluent, obstreperous wight, one Znobbi, a runaway native of Porpheero, but now an enthusiastic inhabitant of Vivenza.
"Here comes our great chief!" he cried. "Behold him! It was _I_ that had a hand in making hi... | {
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57 | None | They Hearken Unto A Voice From The Gods Next day we retraced our voyage northward, to visit that section of Vivenza.
In due time we landed.
To look round was refreshing. Of all the lands we had seen, none looked more promising. The groves stood tall and green; the fields spread flush and broad; the dew of the fir... | {
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58 | None | They Visit The Extreme South Of Vivenza We penetrated further and further into the valleys around; but, though, as elsewhere, at times we heard whisperings that promised an end to our wanderings;--we still wandered on; and once again, even Yoomy abated his sanguine hopes.
And now, we prepared to embark for the extr... | {
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59 | None | They Converse Of The Mollusca, Kings, Toad-Stools And Other Matters Once more embarking, we gained Vivenza's southwestern side and there, beheld vast swarms of laborers discharging from canoes, great loads of earth; which they tossed upon the beach.
"It is true, then," said Media "that these freemen are engaged in ... | {
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60 | None | Wherein, That Gallant Gentleman And Demi-God, King Media, Scepter In Hand, Throws Himself Into The Breach Sailing south from Vivenza, not far from its coast, we passed a cluster of islets, green as new fledged grass; and like the mouths of floating cornucopias, their margins brimmed over upon the brine with flowers. ... | {
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61 | None | They Round The Stormy Cape Of Capes Long leagues, for weary days, we voyaged along that coast, till we came to regions where we multiplied our mantles.
The sky grew overcast. Each a night, black storm-clouds swept the wintry sea; and like Sahara caravans, which leave their sandy wakes-- so, thick and fleet, slanted... | {
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62 | None | They Encounter Gold-Hunters Now, northward coasting along Kolumbo's Western shore, whence came the same wild forest-sounds, as from the Eastern; and where we landed not, to seek among those wrangling tribes;--after many, many days, we spied prow after prow, before the wind all northward bound: sails wide- spread, and... | {
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63 | None | They Seek Through The Isles Of Palms; And Pass The Isles Of Myrrh Now, our prows we turned due west, across the blue lagoon.
Soon, no land appeared. Far as the eye could sweep, one azure plain; all over flaked with foamy fleeces:--a boundless flock upon a boundless mead!
Again, all changed. Like stars in multitud... | {
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64 | None | Concentric, Inward, With Mardi's Reef, They Leave Their Wake Around The World West, West! West, West! Whitherward point Hope and prophet-fingers; whitherward, at sun-set, kneel all worshipers of fire; whitherward in mid-ocean, the great whales turn to die; whitherward face all the Moslem dead in Persia; whitherward l... | {
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65 | None | Sailing On Morning dawned upon the same mild, blue Lagoon as erst; and all the lands that we had passed, since leaving Piko's shore of spears, were faded from the sight.
Part and parcel of the Mardian isles, they formed a cluster by themselves; like the Pleiades, that shine in Taurus, and are eclipsed by the red sp... | {
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66 | None | A Flight Of Nightingales From Yoomy's Mouth By noon, down came a calm.
"Oh Neeva! good Neeva! kind Neeva! thy sweet breath, dear Neeva!"
So from his shark's-mouth prayed little Vee-Vee to the god of Fair Breezes. And along they swept; till the three prows neighed to the blast; and pranced on their path, like stee... | {
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67 | None | They Visit One Doxodox Next morning, we came to a deep, green wood, slowly nodding over the waves; its margin frothy-white with foam. A charming sight!
While delighted, all our paddlers gazed, Media, observing Babbalanja plunged in reveries, called upon him to awake; asking what might so absorb him.
"Ah, my lord!... | {
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68 | None | King Media Dreams That afternoon was melting down to eve; all but Media broad awake; yet all motionless, as the slumberer upon the purple mat. Sailing on, with open eyes, we slept the wakeful sleep of those, who to the body only give repose, while the spirit still toils on, threading her mountain passes.
King Media... | {
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69 | None | After A Long Interval, By Night They Are Becalmed Now suns rose, and set; moons grew, and waned; till, at last, the star that erewhile heralded the dawn, presaged the eve; to us, sad token! -- while deep within the deepest heart of Mardi's circle, we sailed from sea to sea; and isle to isle; and group to group;--vast... | {
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70 | None | They Land At Hooloomooloo "Keep all three prows, for yonder rock." cried Media; "No sadness on this merry morn! And now for the Isle of Cripples,--even Hooloomooloo."
"The Isle of Cripples?"
"Ay; why not? Mohi, tell how they came to club." In substance, this was the narration.
Averse to the barbarous custom of ... | {
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71 | None | A Book From The "Ponderings Of Old Bardianna" "Now," said Babbalanja, lighting his trombone as we sailed from the isle, "who are the monsters, we or the cripples?"
"You yourself are a monster, for asking the question," said Mohi.
"And so, to the cripples I am; though not, old man, for the reason you mention. But ... | {
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72 | None | Babbalanja Starts To His Feet For twenty-four hours, seated stiff, and motionless, Babbalanja spoke not a word; then, almost without moving a muscle, muttered thus:--"At banquets surfeit not, but fill; partake, and retire; and eat not again till you crave. Thereby you give nature time to work her magic transformings;... | {
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73 | None | At Last, The Last Mention Is Made Of Old Bardianna; And His Last Will And Testament Is Recited At Length The day was waning. And, as after many a tale of ghosts, around their forest fire, Hungarian gipsies silent sit; watching the ruddy glow kindling each other's faces;--so, now we solemn sat; the crimson West our fi... | {
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74 | None | A Death-Cloud Sweeps By Them, As They Sail Next day, a fearful sight!
As in Sooloo's seas, one vast water-spout will, sudden, form: and whirling, chase the flying Malay keels; so, before a swift-winged cloud, a thousand prows sped by, leaving braided, foaming wakes; their crowded inmates' arms, in frenzied supplica... | {
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75 | None | They Visit The Palmy King Abrazza Night and morn departed; and in the afternoon, we drew nigh to an island, overcast with shadows; a shower was falling; and pining, plaintive notes forth issued from the groves: half-suppressed, and sobbing whisperings of leaves. The shore sloped to the water; thither our prows were p... | {
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76 | None | Some Pleasant, Shady Talk In The Groves, Between My Lords Abrazza And Media, Babbalanja, Mohi, And Yoomy Abrazza had a cool retreat--a grove of dates; where we were used to lounge of noons, and mix our converse with the babble of the rills; and mix our punches in goblets chased with grapes. And as ever, King Abrazza ... | {
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77 | None | They Sup There seemed something sinister, hollow, heartless, about Abrazza, and that green-and-yellow, evil-starred crown that he wore.
But why think of that? Though we like not something in the curve of one's brow, or distrust the tone of his voice; yet, let us away with suspicions if we may, and make a jolly comr... | {
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78 | None | They Embark Next morning, King Abrazza sent frigid word to Media that the day was very fine for yachting; but he much regretted that indisposition would prevent his making one of the party, who that morning doubtless would depart his isle.
"My compliments to your king," said Media to the chamberlains, "and say the ... | {
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79 | None | Babbalanja At The Full Of The Moon "Ho, mortals! Go we to a funeral, that our paddles seem thus muffled? Up heart, Taji! or does that witch Hautia haunt thee? Be a demi-god once more, and laugh. Her flowers are not barbs; and the avengers' arrows are too blunt to slay. Babbalanja! Mohi! Yoomy! up heart! up heart! --B... | {
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80 | None | Morning Life or death, weal or woe, the sun stays not his course. On: over battle-field and bower; over tower, and town, he speeds,--peers in at births, and death-beds; lights up cathedral, mosque, and pagan shrine;--laughing over all;--a very Democritus in the sky; and in one brief day sees more than any pilgrim in ... | {
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81 | None | L'ultima Sera Thus far, through myriad islands, had we searched: of all, no one pen may write: least, mine;--and still no trace of Yillah.
But though my hopes revived not from their ashes; yet, so much of Mardi had we searched, it seemed as if the long pursuit must, ere many moons, be ended; whether for weal or woe... | {
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82 | None | They Sail From Night To Day Ere long the three canoes lurched heavily in a violent swell. Like palls, the clouds swept to and fro, hooding the gibbering winds. At every head-beat wave, our arching prows reared up, and shuddered; the night ran out in rain.
Whither to turn we knew not; nor what haven to gain; so dens... | {
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83 | None | They Land The song was ended; and as we gained the strand, the crowd embraced us; and called us brothers; ourselves and our humblest attendants.
"Call ye us brothers, whom ere now ye never saw?"
"Even so," said the old man, "is not Oro the father of all? Then, are we not brothers? Thus Alma, the master, hath comm... | {
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84 | None | Babbalanja Relates To Them A Vision Leaving Babbalanja in the old man's bower, deep in meditation; thoughtfully we strolled along the beach, inspiring the musky, midnight air; the tropical stars glistening in heaven, like drops of dew among violets.
The waves were phosphorescent, and laved the beach with a fire tha... | {
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85 | None | They Depart From Serenia At sunrise, we stood upon the beach.
Babbalanja thus:--"My voyage is ended. Not because what we sought is found; but that I now possess all which may be had of what I sought in Mardi. Here, tarry to grow wiser still:--then I am Alma's and the world's. Taji! for Yillah thou wilt hunt in vain... | {
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86 | None | They Meet The Phantoms That starless midnight, there stole from out the darkness, the Iris flag of Hautia.
Again the sirens came. They bore a large and stately urn-like flower, white as alabaster, and glowing, as if lit up within. From its calyx, flame-like, trembled forked and crimson stamens, burning with intense... | {
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87 | None | They Draw Nigh To Flozella As if Mardi were a poem, and every island a canto, the shore now in sight was called Flozella-a-Nina, or The-Last-Verse-of-the-Song.
According to Mohi, the origin of this term was traceable to the remotest antiquity.
In the beginning, there were other beings in Mardi besides Mardians; w... | {
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88 | None | They Land A jeweled tiara, nodding in spray, looks flowery Flozella, approached from the sea. For, lo you! the glittering foam all round its white marge; where, forcing themselves underneath the coral ledge, and up through its crevices, in fountains, the blue billows gush. While, within, zone above zone, thrice zoned... | {
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89 | None | They Enter The Bower Of Hautia Conducted to the arbor, from which the queen had emerged, we came to a sweet-brier bower within; and reclined upon odorous mats.
Then, in citron cups, sherbet of tamarinds was offered to Media, Mohi, Yoomy; to me, a nautilus shell, brimmed with a light-like fluid, that welled, and wel... | {
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90 | None | Taji With Hautia As their last echoes died away down the valley, Hautia glided near;-- zone unbound, the amaryllis in her hand. Her bosom ebbed and flowed; the motes danced in the beams that darted from her eyes.
"Come! let us sin, and be merry. Ho! wine, wine, wine! and lapfuls of flowers! let all the cane-brakes ... | {
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91 | None | Mardi Behind: An Ocean Before Returned from the cave, Hautia reclined in her clematis bower, invisible hands flinging fennel around her. And nearer, and nearer, stole dulcet sounds dissolving my woes, as warm beams, snow. Strange languors made me droop; once more within my inmost vault, side by side, the Past and Yil... | {
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1 | None | They, too, retired To the wilderness, but 'twas with arms. PARADISE REGAINED.
The burning sun of Syria had not yet attained its highest point in the horizon, when a knight of the Red Cross, who had left his distant northern home and joined the host of the Crusaders in Palestine, was pacing slowly along the sandy... | {
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2 | None | Times of danger have always, and in a peculiar degree, their seasons of good-will and security; and this was particularly so in the ancient feudal ages, in which, as the manners of the period had assigned war to be the chief and most worthy occupation of mankind, the intervals of peace, or rather of truce, were highly ... | {
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3 | None | The warriors arose from their place of brief rest and simple refreshment, and courteously aided each other while they carefully replaced and adjusted the harness from which they had relieved for the time their trusty steeds. Each seemed familiar with an employment which at that time was a part of necessary and, indeed,... | {
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4 | None | Kenneth the Scot was uncertain how long his senses had been lost in profound repose, when he was roused to recollection by a sense of oppression on his chest, which at first suggested a flirting dream of struggling with a powerful opponent, and at length recalled him fully to his senses. He was about to demand who was ... | {
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5 | None | Their necromantic forms in vain Haunt us on the tented plain; We bid these spectre shapes avaunt, Ashtaroth and Termagaunt. WARTON.
The most profound silence, the deepest darkness, continued to brood for more than an hour over the chapel in which we left the Knight of the Leopard still kneeling, altern... | {
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6 | None | Now change the scene--and let the trumpets sound, For we must rouse the lion from his lair. OLD PLAY.
The scene must change, as our programme has announced, from the mountain wilderness of Jordan to the camp of King Richard of England, then stationed betwixt Jean d'Acre and Ascalon, and containing that army with... | {
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7 | None | There never was a time on the march parts yet, When Scottish with English met, But it was marvel if the red blood ran not As the rain does in the street. --BATTLE OF OTTERBOURNE.
A considerable band of Scottish warriors had joined the Crusaders, and had naturally placed themselves under the command of ... | {
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8 | None | A wise physician, skilled our wounds to heal, Is more than armies to the common weal. POPE'S ILLIAD.
“This is a strange tale, Sir Thomas,” said the sick monarch, when he had heard the report of the trusty Baron of Gilsland. “Art thou sure this Scottish man is a tall man and true?”
“I cannot say, my lord,” repl... | {
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9 | None | This is the prince of leeches; fever, plague, Cold rheum, and hot podagra, do but look on him, And quit their grasp upon the tortured sinews. ANONYMOUS.
The Baron of Gilsland walked with slow step and an anxious countenance towards the royal pavilion. He had much diffidence of his own capacity, except in a ... | {
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10 | None | And now I will unclasp a secret book, And, to your quick-conceiving discontent, I'll read you matter deep and dangerous. HENRY IV., PART I.
The Marquis of Montserrat and the Grand Master of the Knights Templars stood together in the front of the royal pavilion, within which this singular scene had passed, a... | {
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11 | None | One thing is certain in our Northern land-- Allow that birth or valour, wealth or wit, Give each precedence to their possessor, Envy, that follows on such eminence, As comes the lyme-hound on the roebuck's trace, Shall pull them down each one. SIR DAVID LINDSAY.
Leopold, Grand Duke of Austria... | {
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12 | None | 'Tis woman that seduces all mankind. GAY.
In the days of chivalry, a dangerous post or a perilous adventure was a reward frequently assigned to military bravery as a compensation for its former trials; just as, in ascending a precipice, the surmounting one crag only lifts the climber to points yet more dangerous.
I... | {
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13 | None | You talk of Gaiety and Innocence! The moment when the fatal fruit was eaten, They parted ne'er to meet again; and Malice Has ever since been playmate to light Gaiety, From the first moment when the smiling infant Destroys the flower or butterfly he toys with, To the last chuckle of the dying mi... | {
"id": "1377"
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14 | None | All my long arrear of honour lost, Heap'd up in youth, and hoarded up for age. Hath Honour's fountain then suck'd up the stream? He hath--and hooting boys may barefoot pass, And gather pebbles from the naked ford! DON SEBASTIAN.
After a torrent of afflicting sensations, by which he was at first almost stunn... | {
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15 | None | The feather'd songster, chanticleer, Had wound his bugle-horn, And told the early villager The coming of the morn. King Edward saw the ruddy streaks Of light eclipse the grey, And heard the raven's croaking throat Proclaim the fated day. “Thou'rt right,” he said, “for, by the God That... | {
"id": "1377"
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16 | None | 'Tis not her sense, for sure in that There's nothing more than common; And all her wit is only chat, Like any other woman. SONG.
The high-born Berengaria, daughter of Sanchez, King of Navarre, and the Queen-Consort of the heroic Richard, was accounted one of the most beautiful women of the period. Her ... | {
"id": "1377"
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17 | None | Were every hair upon his head a life, And every life were to be supplicated By numbers equal to those hairs quadrupled, Life after life should out like waning stars Before the daybreak--or as festive lamps, Which have lent lustre to the midnight revel, Each after each are quench'd when gue... | {
"id": "1377"
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18 | None | This work desires a planetary intelligence Of Jupiter and Sol; and those great spirits Are proud, fantastical. It asks great charges To entice them from the guiding of their spheres, To wait on mortals. ALBUMAZAR.
The hermit followed the ladies from the pavilion of Richard, as shadow follows a bea... | {
"id": "1377"
} |
19 | None | Must we then sheathe our still victorious sword; Turn back our forward step, which ever trod O'er foemen's necks the onward path of glory; Unclasp the mail, which with a solemn vow, In God's own house, we hung upon our shoulders-- That vow, as unaccomplish'd as the promise Which village nu... | {
"id": "1377"
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20 | None | When beauty leads the lion in her toils, Such are her charms, he dare not raise his mane, Far less expand the terror of his fangs. So great Alcides made his club a distaff, And spun to please fair Omphale. ANONYMOUS.
Richard, the unsuspicious object of the dark treachery detailed in the closing part of... | {
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21 | None | --and wither'd Murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. MACBETH.
For the space of a quarter of an hour, or longer, after the incident related, all remained perfectly qui... | {
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22 | None | Who's there! --Approach--'tis kindly done-- My learned physician and a friend. SIR EUSTACE GREY.
Our narrative retrogrades to a period shortly previous to the incidents last mentioned, when, as the reader must remember, the unfortunate Knight of the Leopard, bestowed upon the Arabian physician by King Richard, r... | {
"id": "1377"
} |
23 | None | 'Mid these wild scenes Enchantment waves her hand, To change the face of the mysterious land; Till the bewildering scenes around us seem The Vain productions of a feverish dream. ASTOLPHO, A ROMANCE.
When the Knight of the Leopard awoke from his long and profound repose, he found himself in circumstanc... | {
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} |
24 | None | A grain of dust Soiling our cup, will make our sense reject Fastidiously the draught which we did thirst for; A rusted nail, placed near the faithful compass, Will sway it from the truth, and wreck the argosy. Even this small cause of anger and disgust Will break the bonds of amity 'mongst prin... | {
"id": "1377"
} |
25 | None | Yet this inconstancy is such, As thou, too, shalt adore; I could not love thee, love so much, Loved I not honour more. MONTROSE'S LINES.
When King Richard returned to his tent, he commanded the Nubian to be brought before him. He entered with his usual ceremonial reverence, and having prostrated himsel... | {
"id": "1377"
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26 | None | “The tears I shed must ever fall. I weep not for an absent swain; For time may happier hours recall, And parted lovers meet again.
“I weep not for the silent dead. Their pains are past, their sorrows o'er; And those that loved their steps must tread, When death shall join to part no more.”
But w... | {
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27 | None | We heard the Techir--so these Arabs call Their shout of onset, when, with loud acclaim, They challenge Heaven to give them victory. SIEGE OF DAMASCUS.
On the subsequent morning Richard was invited to a conference by Philip of France, in which the latter, with many expressions of his high esteem for his brot... | {
"id": "1377"
} |
28 | None | Heard ye the din of battle bray, Lance to lance, and horse to horse? GRAY.
It had been agreed, on account of the heat of the climate, that the judicial combat which was the cause of the present assemblage of various nations at the Diamond of the Desert should take place at one hour after sunrise. The wide lists,... | {
"id": "1377"
} |
1 | IN MID PACIFIC. | "Man overboard!"
It rang in Felix Thurstan's ears like the sound of a bell. He gazed about him in dismay, wondering what had happened.
The first intimation he received of the accident was that sudden sharp cry from the bo'sun's mate. Almost before he had fully taken it in, in all its meaning, another voice, farther... | {
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2 | THE TEMPLE OF THE DEITY. | While these things were happening on the sea close by, a very different scene indeed was being enacted meanwhile, beneath those waving palms, on the island of Boupari. It was strange, to be sure, as Felix Thurstan had said, that such unspeakable heathen orgies should be taking place within sight of a passing Christian ... | {
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3 | LAND; BUT WHAT LAND? | As the last glimmering lights of the Australasian died away to seaward, Felix Thurstan knew in his despair there was nothing for it now but to strike out boldly, if he could, for the shore of the island.
By this time the breakers had subsided greatly. Not, indeed, that the sea itself was really going down. On the con... | {
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} |
4 | THE GUESTS OF HEAVEN. | All that night through--their first lonely night on the island of Boupari--Felix sat up by his flickering fire, wide awake, half expecting and dreading some treacherous attack of the unknown savages. From time to time he kept adding dry fuel to his smouldering pile; and he never ceased to keep a keen eye both on the la... | {
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5 | ENROLLED IN OLYMPUS. | They rowed across the lagoon, a mysterious procession, almost in silence--the canoe with the two Europeans going first, the others following at a slight distance--and landed at last on the brink of the central island.
Several of the Boupari people leaped ashore at once; then they helped Felix and Muriel from the frai... | {
"id": "13876"
} |
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