Baudelaire: His Prose and Poetry
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Chapter 21 THE FAVOURS OF THE MOON
Chapter 22 WHICH IS TRUE
Chapter 23 L'INVITATION AU VOYAGE
Chapter 24 THE EYES OF THE POOR
Chapter 25 WINDOWS
Chapter 26 CROWDS
Chapter 27 THE CAKE
Chapter 28 EVENING TWILIGHT
Chapter 29 ANYWHERE OUT OF THE WORLD
Chapter 30 A HEROIC DEATH
Chapter 31 BE DRUNKEN
Chapter 32 EPILOGUE
Chapter 33 B.
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Chapter 45 A CARCASS
Chapter 46 WEEPING AND WANDERING
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Chapter 17 No.17

Sleep; and if life was bitter to thee, pardon,

If sweet, give thanks; thou hast no more to live

And to give thanks is good, and to forgive.

Out of the mystic and the mournful garden

Where all day through thine hands in barren braid

Wove the sick flowers of secrecy and shade,

Green buds of sorrow and sin, and remnants gray,

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