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Georges Rodenbach, Bruges-la-Morte

Sunday, May 11, 2014

But the weight of the towers was too heavy. 85
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      • --The World does what comes most easily to it: It ...
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      • ...to be shedding petals of flowers of iron! 102
      • The street had quickly emptied and was already sil...
      • The solemn music of the serpents and ophicleides r...
      • The poplars on the bank were complaining. 86
      • ...prey to the bells! 85
      • But the weight of the towers was too heavy. 85
      • ...this irremediable Bruges and its grey melanchol...
      • Thus the martyrdom is accompanied by painted music.77
      • In the air hangs a scent of damp linen, of rainwas...
      • And bells were ringing, so faint, so distant! How ...
      • In the middle, a meadow straight out of Jan van Ey...
      • ...the resemblance between himself and the city. 49
      • And this water itself, in spite of so many reflect...
      • The sound of the bells also comes over as rather b...
      • The eyes, like moths, have forgotten everything: t...
      • Now the violins were unfolding the first bars.33
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