The+Flowers+of+Evil+-+Baudelaire

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Baudelaire - The Flowers of Evil (adam.bredenberg@gmail.com) - Highlight Loc. 123-26 | Added on Tuesday, May 15, 2012, 09:40 PM

"Oh blest be thou, Almighty who bestowest pain, Like some divine redress for our infirmities, And like the most refreshing and the purest rain, To sanctify the strong, for saintly ecstasies."

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Baudelaire - The Flowers of Evil (adam.bredenberg@gmail.com) - Highlight Loc. 209-12 | Added on Thursday, May 17, 2012, 02:38 AM

Behold now the Fall of ideas I have reached, And the shovel and rake one must therefore resume, In collecting the turf, inundated and breached, Where the waters dug trenches as deep as a tomb.

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Baudelaire - The Flowers of Evil (adam.bredenberg@gmail.com) - Highlight Loc. 223 | Added on Friday, May 18, 2012, 12:25 AM

Art is long and Time is swift.

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Baudelaire - The Flowers of Evil (adam.bredenberg@gmail.com) - Highlight Loc. 245-47 | Added on Friday, May 18, 2012, 12:36 AM

Refreshed my forehead with branches of palm, Whose gentle and only care was to know The secret that caused me to languish so.

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Baudelaire - The Flowers of Evil (adam.bredenberg@gmail.com) - Highlight Loc. 272-73 | Added on Friday, May 18, 2012, 12:51 AM

And I hate every movement, displacing the lines, And never I weep and never I smile.

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Baudelaire - The Flowers of Evil (adam.bredenberg@gmail.com) - Note Loc. 274 | Added on Friday, May 18, 2012, 12:51 AM

beauty as passive object

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Baudelaire - The Flowers of Evil (adam.bredenberg@gmail.com) - Highlight Loc. 313-16 | Added on Saturday, May 19, 2012, 04:33 PM

O Beauty! dost thou generate from Heaven or from Hell? Within thy glance, so diabolic and divine, Confusedly both wickedness and goodness dwell, And hence one might compare thee unto sparkling wine.

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Baudelaire - The Flowers of Evil (adam.bredenberg@gmail.com) - Highlight Loc. 335-38 | Added on Saturday, May 19, 2012, 04:48 PM

From God or Satan? Angel, Mermaid, Proserpine? What matter if thou makest--blithe, voluptuous sprite-- With rhythms, perfumes, visions--O mine only queen!-- The universe less hideous and the hours less trite.

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Baudelaire - The Flowers of Evil (adam.bredenberg@gmail.com) - Highlight Loc. 536-38 | Added on Monday, May 21, 2012, 06:03 PM

When the morning white and rosy breaks, With the gnawing Ideal, upon the debauchee, By the power of a strange decree, Within the sotted beast an Angel wakes.

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Baudelaire - The Flowers of Evil (adam.bredenberg@gmail.com) - Highlight Loc. 625-26 | Added on Tuesday, May 22, 2012, 12:20 AM

My heart is a palace pillaged by the herd; They kill and take each other by the throat!

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Baudelaire - The Flowers of Evil (adam.bredenberg@gmail.com) - Highlight Loc. 864-67 | Added on Sunday, June 03, 2012, 06:06 PM

I hate thee, Ocean! hate thy tumults and thy throbs, My spirit finds them in himself. This bitter glee Of vanquished mortals, full of insults and of sobs, I hear it in the mighteous laughter of the sea.

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Baudelaire - The Flowers of Evil (adam.bredenberg@gmail.com) - Highlight Loc. 939-42 | Added on Wednesday, June 06, 2012, 09:54 PM

Whilst the manifold souls of the vile multitude, 'Neath the lash of enjoyment, that merciless sway, Go plucking remorse from the menial brood, From them far, O my grief, hold my hand, come this way.

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Baudelaire - The Flowers of Evil (adam.bredenberg@gmail.com)

- Highlight Loc. 978-79 | Added on Saturday, August 25, 2012, 08:23 PM Art thou, that spicy Autumn-fruit with taste supreme?

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Baudelaire - The Flowers of Evil (adam.bredenberg@gmail.com)

- Highlight Loc. 1033-36 | Added on Saturday, August 25, 2012, 08:35 PM And still some more, that 'neath the shimmering masses stroll, Among the silent chasm of some pagan caves, To soothe their burning fevers unto thee they call O Bacchus! who all ancient wounds and sorrow laves.

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Baudelaire - The Flowers of Evil (adam.bredenberg@gmail.com)

- Highlight Loc. 1067-68 | Added on Saturday, August 25, 2012, 08:39 PM Life--and of Hope the sole ray,

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Baudelaire - The Flowers of Evil (adam.bredenberg@gmail.com)

- Highlight Loc. 1074-76 | Added on Saturday, August 25, 2012, 08:40 PM 'Tis an angel that holds in his magic hands The sleep, which ecstatic dream commands, Who remakes up the beds of the naked and poor;