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Lindinho de todo!

Poet:
Enough, enough,
We must play at Blind Man’s Buff.
Turn me round, and stand away,
I’ll catch whom I may.

1st Fairy, Chorus:
About him go, so, so, so,
Pinch the Wretch, from Top to Toe;
Pinch him forty, forty times,
Pinch till he confess his Crimes.

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Teste, está muito bonito!

Charlie Mops at Dicey Reilly\’s

Hipogrifo violento,
que corriste parejas con el viento,
¿dónde rayo sin llama,
pájaro sin matiz, pez sin escama
y bruto sin instinto
natural, al confuso laberinto
de esas desnudas peñas te desbocas,
te arrastras y despeñas?
Quédate en este monte,
donde tengan los brutos su Faetonte;
que yo, sin más camino
que el que me dan las leyes del destino,
ciega y desesperada,
bajaré la cabeza enmarañada
deste monte eminente
que arruga el sol el ceño de la frente.
Mal, Polonia, recibes
a un extranjero, pues con sangre escribes
su entrada en tus arenas;
y apenas llega, cuando llega a penas.
Bien mi suerte lo dice;
mas ¿dónde halló piedad un infelice?

El guardián de los libros

Ahí están los jardines, los templos y la justificación de los templos,
La recta música y las rectas palabras,
Los sesenta y cuatro hexagramas,
Los ritos que son la única sabiduría
Que otorga el Firmamento a los hombres,
Cuya serenidad fue reflejada por el mundo, su espejo,
De suerte que los campos daban sus frutos
Y los torrentes respetaban sus márgenes,
El unicornio herido que regresa para marcar el fin,
Las secretas leyes eternas,
El concierto del orbe;
Esas cosas o su memoria están en los libros
Que custodio en la torre.

Mrs. Archer, who had long been a widow, lived with her son and daughter in West Twenty-eighth Street. An upper floor was dedicated to Newland, and the two women squeezed themselves into narrower quarters below. In an unclouded harmony of tastes and interests they cultivated ferns in Wardian cases, made macrame lace and wool embroidery on linen, collected American revolutionary glazed ware, subscribed to “Good Words,” and read Ouida’s novels for the sake of the Italian atmosphere. (They preferred those about peasant life, because of the descriptions of scenery and the pleasanter sentiments, though in general they liked novels about people in society, whose motives and habits were more comprehensible, spoke severely of Dickens, who “had never drawn a gentleman,” and considered Thackeray less at home in the great world than Bulwer–who, however, was beginning to be thought old-fashioned.) Mrs. and Miss Archer were both great lovers of scenery. It was what they principally sought and admired on their occasional travels abroad; considering architecture and painting as subjects for men, and chiefly for learned persons who read Ruskin. Mrs. Archer had been born a Newland, and mother and daughter, who were as like as sisters, were both, as people said, “true Newlands”; tall, pale, and slightly round-shouldered, with long noses, sweet smiles and a kind of drooping distinction like that in certain faded Reynolds portraits. Their physical resemblance would have been complete if an elderly embonpoint had not stretched Mrs. Archer’s black brocade, while Miss Archer’s brown and purple poplins hung, as the years went on, more and more slackly on her virgin frame.

Ahí están los jardines, los templos y la justificación de los templos,
La recta música y las rectas palabras,
Los sesenta y cuatro hexagramas,
Los ritos que son la única sabiduría
Que otorga el Firmamento a los hombres,
Cuya serenidad fue reflejada por el mundo, su espejo,
De suerte que los campos daban sus frutos
Y los torrentes respetaban sus márgenes,
El unicornio herido que regresa para marcar el fin,
Las secretas leyes eternas,
El concierto del orbe;
Esas cosas o su memoria están en los libros
Que custodio en la torre.