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The air was thick with perfume, as if some strong, daring south wind had blown wide the mystic doors of Astarte's huge laboratory, and overturned the myriad alembics, and deluged the world with her fragrant and subtle distillations.
To-day this very night the disk between Astarte's horns rounds again, and presently wait a little while! presently you shall have what the light restores you " Then she called the Biamite woman, ordered her to bring the medicine chest, and took from it one vessel after another.
"And now as the night was senescent, And the star-dials hinted of morn, At the end of our path a liquescent And nebulous lustre was born, Out of which a miraculous crescent Arose with a duplicate horn Astarte's be-diamonded crescent, Distinct with its duplicate horn!" "And I said" but let us pass to his Companion.
Some of them at table cast lingering glances at the lawn without, and long, silently, to be standing on it. The moon has risen, and cast across it great streaks of silver light that brighten and darken as clouds race each other o'er Astarte's sacred brow. There is great silence on the air, broken only by a "murmuring winde, much like the sowne of swarming bees."
The rhapsody, delivered in his low but musical and dramatic tones, thrilled his audience, but it was a small audience, and when soon afterward, the work was published by the Putnams it was a small number of copies that was sold. And again Edgar Poe was desperately poor. Yet he had seen the Star of Love "Astarte's bediamonded crescent" usher in a new morning; and he waited and worked in hope.
The horizon represented a rising sun, to express that this shocking execution was to be performed in the morning. As soon as he had finished the picture he ran to one of Astarte's women, awakened her, and made her understand that she must immediately carry it to the queen. At midnight a messenger knocks at Zadig's door, awakes him, and gives him a note from the queen.
The dignitary lectured him on the true and patriotic theory of Ophir, on Astarte's worship, and Solomon's gold. He answered very little, but he hinted that there were difficulties. His lecturer glowed, and appealed to the Curator, who had just come in, bent and shaken with fever. Unhappily, yet happily for me, he trod on one of the curator's archaeological corns and involved himself in an apology.
Mother-o'-pearl or malachite, Ebony black or ivory white Lade the dromond's rushing flight Over Astarte's track. Crucifix or mangonel, Steel for sword or bronze for bell, That is the way we trafficking sell, Out of the tempest's wrack. Marble, porcelain, tile or brick, Hemlock, vitriol, arsenic Souls or bodies barter quick Masters, what d'ye lack? It was Nicholas Gay's last night at home.
On, on he wandered, seeking peace for his soul and finding none, till the moon was out and the stars fainted in the twilight of the approaching day, when lo, above the end of the path through the wood, the morning star "Astarte's bediamonded crescent" arose upon his vision! And as he gazed with wonder and delight upon the beautiful star, hope was born anew in his heart, for he said,
To-day this very night the disk between Astarte's horns rounds again, and presently wait a little while! presently you shall have what the light restores you " Then she called the Biamite woman, ordered her to bring the medicine chest, and took from it one vessel after another.
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