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                 B i L S T(um)P S H I
                 I H S  [ P(mu)T S L   i ] B
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     TuLiPS and CHIMNEYS, appeared in 1923.
 
    The first of e.e. cummings' 12 collections of poetry.
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                    The Rose theatre foundations
                       http://roundtable.iwarp.com
 
<<Birds eye view of the foundations of the Rose, as dug up in 1989.
    The photograph includes the surviving concrete posts from
    the foundations of the 1957 building over the remains and
     just demolished, and shows spectators looking at
      the excavation from Park Street in Southwark.
 
        The remains are of two theatres and two stages.
 
The first was made in 1587 and was a roughly symetrical polgon.
 
 The second was an anlargement made in 1592 which stretched
    the original polygon northwards into a tulip-shape.>>
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      From Easton's 1897 Bible Dictionary (easton)
 
Rose: Many varieties of the Rose proper are indigenous to Syria. The
famed Rose of Damascus is white, but there are also red & yellow Roses.
In Cant. 2:1 and Isa. 35:1 the Hebrew word _habatstseleth_
 (found only in these passages), rendered "Rose",
 is supposed by some to mean the oleander, by others the
sweet-scented narcissus (a native of Palestine), the tulip, or
 the daisy; but nothing definite can be affirmed regarding it.
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I like tulip. Tulip is much better than mongoloid
 (Pulp Fiction; writing credit: Quentin Tarantino; Roger Avary)
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Date "tulip" was first used in popular English literature: sometime before 1120.
 
Tulip, noun. [French expression tulipe, Old French also tulipan, Italian tulipano, tulipa, from Turk. tulbend, dulbend, literally, turban, Per. dulband; -- so called from the resemblance of the form of this flower to turban.].
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(From Wikipedia, the free Encyclopedia)

<<Tulips are plants of the genus Tulipa, in the lily family, Liliaceae. They are bulbous plants, grown for the VERY showy large flowers. There are around a hundred species, originating from the region from Turkey to the Pamir and Hindu Kush mountains in Asia. Numerous forms have been bred for garden use. The tulip is the national flower of Turkey, and tulip motifs feature prominently in Turkish folk arts. The first European cultivation of the tulip as a garden flower occurred in the Netherlands, where the early enthusiasm for the new flowers triggered a speculative frenzy now known as the tulipomania. The Netherlands and tulips are still associated with one another. The term 'Dutch tulips' is often used for the cultivated forms.
 
Tulips cannot be grown in tropical climates, as they require a cold winter season to grow successfully.
 
Some cultivated tulips have a striped or variegated flower. This is primarily due to a viral infection of the bulb, so such striped varieties do not breed true from seed. Random mutations often occur in the tulip bulb, creating new shades and variations in the flowers. These mutated bulbs used to be extremely valuable, as they could be used to establish a new line of tulips with a new and interesting colour.>>
Tulip Mania: A reckless mania for the purchase of tulip-bulbs in the seventeenth century. Beckmann says it Rose to its greatest height in the years 1634–1637. A root of the species called Viceroy sold for £250; Semper Augustus, more than double that sum. The tulips were grown in Holland, but the mania which spread over Europe was a mere stock-jobbing speculation.
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http://fly.hiwaay.net/~paul/bacon/biographies/aubrey.html
 
      Francis Bacon: Viscount St. Albans [by Aubrey]
 
<<His Lordship much deLIGHTed himselfe here:
 under EVERy TREE, he planted some fine flower,
 or flowers, some wherof are there still (1656)
 viz. Paeonies, tulips.>>
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                 The Legend of Sleepy Hollow 
             FOUND AMONG THE PAPERS  OF
     THE LATE DIEDRICH KNICKERBOCKER 
 
  All the stories of ghosts and goblins that he had heard in the afternoon, now came crowding upon his recollection. The night grew darker and darker; the stars seemed to sink deeper in the sky, and driving clouds occasionally hid them from his sight. He had nEVER felt so lonely and dismal. He was, moreover, approaching the VERY place where many of the scenes of the ghost stories had been laid. In the centre of the road stood an enormous tulip-tree, which towered like a giant above all the other trees of the neighborhood, and formed a kind of landmark. Its limbs were gnarled, and fantastic, large enough to form trunks for ordinary trees, twisting down almost to the earth, and rising again into the air.
  It was connected with the tragical story of the unfortunate André, who had been taken prisoner hard by; and was universally known by the name of Major André’s tree. The common people regarded it with a mixture of respect and superstition, partly out of sympathy for the fate of its ill-starred namesake, and partly from the tales of strange sights and doleful lamentations told concerning it.
  As Ichabod approached this fearful tree, he began to whistle: he thought his whistle was answered—it was but a blast sweeping sharply through the dry branches. As he approached a little nearer, he thought he saw something white, hanging in the midst of the tree—he paused and ceased whistling; but on looking more narrowly, perceived that it was a place where the tree had been scathed by LIGHTning, and the white wood laid bare. Suddenly he heard a groan—his teeth chattered and his knees smote against the saddle: it was but the rubbing of one huge bough upon another, as they were swayed about by the breeze. He passed the tree in safety, but new perils lay before him.
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Cirrus, Socrates, particle, decibel, hurricane, dolphin, tulip.
  (Artificial Intelligence: AI; writing credit: Ian Watson)
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Terry Ross wrote:
 
> The last surviving Liberty Tree from the American Revolution
> was a Tulip Tree on the campus of St. John's University
> in Annapolis, a tree whose shade I am proud to have enjoyed.
> Alas, the tree was so damaged by Hurricane Floyd
> that it has been taken down, and those of us
> who favor historic shade must go elsewhere now.
>  Lentus in umbra,
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         `That WALL is so VERY narrow!'

`What tremendously easy riddles you ask!' Humpty Dumpty growled
out. `Of course I don't think so! Why, if EVER I DID fall off--
which there's no chance of--but IF I did--' Here he pursed
his lips and looked so solemn and grand that Alice could
hardly help laughing. `IF I did fall,' he went on,

      `THE KING HAS PROMISED ME-
      -WITH HIS VERY OWN MOUTH--to--to--'

`To send all his horses and all his men,' Alice interrupted,
                                                rather unwisely.

`Now I declare that's too bad!' Humpty Dumpty cried, breaking into
a sudden passion. `You've been listening at doors--and behind
trees-- and down CHIMNEYS--or you couldn't have known it!'

`I haven't, indeed!' Alice said VERY gently. `It's in a book.'

`Ah, well! They may write such things in a BOOK,'
                      Humpty Dumpty said in a calmer tone.

`That's what you call a History of England, that is.
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         Poe, Edgar Allan -  THE TELL-TALE HEART
 
<<He had been saying to himself --
 
"It is nothing but the wind in the CHIMNEY -
  -it is only a mouse crossing the floor,"
 or "It is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp."
 
 Yes, he had been trying to comfort himself with these
 suppositions: but he had found all in vain. All in vain;
 because Death, in approaching him had stalked with
 his black shadow before him, and enveloped the victim.>>
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       Francis Bacon: Viscount St. Albans [by Aubrey]
    http://fly.hiwaay.net/~paul/bacon/biographies/aubrey.html
 
 <<In the Hall of Verulam-howse is a large storie VERY well painted
     of the Feastes of the Gods, where MARS IS CAUGHT IN A NETT
       by Vulcan. On the WALL, over the CHIMNEY, is painted an
    Oake with AKORNES falling from it, the Word, Nisi qud potius
                                   [Failing some better chance]
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http://www.online-literature.com/irving/geoffrey_crayon/26/
 
       _The Sketchbook of Geoffrey Crayon_  by Washington Irving
 
The most favorite object of curiosity, howEVER, is SHAKEspeare's chair.
It stands in a CHIMNEY-nook of a small gloomy chamber just behind
what was his father's shop. Here he may many a time have sat when a boy,
watching the slowly revolving spit with all the longing of an urchin, or of an
evening listening to the cronies and gossips of Stratford dealing forth
churchyard tales and legendary anecdotes of the troublesome times
of England. In this chair it is the custom of EVERY one that visits
 the house to sit: whether this be done with the hope of imbibing
 any of the inspiration of the bard I am at a loss to say; I merely
 mention the fact, and mine hostess privately assured me that,
 though built of solid oak, such was the fervent zeal of devotees
 the chair had to be new bottomed at least once in three years.
It is worthy of notice also, in the history of this extraordinary chair,
that it partakes something of the volatile NATURE of the Santa
 Casa of Loretto, or the flying chair of the Arabian enchanter;
 for, though sold some few years since to a northern princess,
 yet, strange to tell, it has found its way back again
 to the old CHIMNEY-corner.
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 [Cymbeline (Folio) 2.4]
 
  Iach. Sir, my Circumstances
Being so nere the TRUTH, as I will make them,
Must first induce you to beleeue; whose strength
I will confirme with oath, which I doubt not
You'l giue me leaue to spare, when you shall
 finde You neede it not.
 
  Post. Proceed.
 
  Iach. First, her Bed-chamber
(Where I confesse I slept not, but professe
Had that was well worth watching) it was hang'd
With Tapistry of Silke, and Siluer, the Story
Proud Cleopatra, when she met her Roman,
And Sidnus swell'd aboue the Bankes, or for
The presse of Boates, or Pride. A peece of Worke
So brauely done, so rich, that it did striue
In Workemanship, and Value, which I wonder'd
Could be so rarely, and exactly wrought
Since the TRUE life on't was---
 
  Post. This is TRUE:
And this you might haue heard of heere, by me,
Or by some other.
 
  Iach. More particulars
Must iustifie my knowledge.
 
  Post. So they must,
Or doe your Honour iniury.
 
  Iach. The CHIMNEY
Is South the Chamber, and the CHIMNEY-peece
Chaste Dian, bathing: nEUER saw I figures
So likely to report themselues; the Cutter
Was as another Nature dumbe, out-went her,
Motion, and Breath left out.
 
  Post. This is a thing  
Which you might from Relation likewise reape,
Being, as it is, much spoke of.
 
  Iach. The Roofe o'th' Chamber,
With golden Cherubins is fretted. Her Andirons
(I had forgot them) were two winking Cupids
Of Siluer, each on one foote standing, nicely
Depending on their Brands.
 
  Post. This is her Honor:
Let it be granted you haue seene all this (and praise
Be giuen to your remembrance) the description
Of what is in her Chamber, nothing saues
The wager you haue laid.
 
  Iach. Then if you can
Be pale, I begge but leaue to ayre this Iewell: See,
And now 'tis vp againe: it must be married
To that your Diamond, Ile keepe them.
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       King Henry VI, Part iii  Act 5, Scene 6
 
KING HENRY VI: The owl shriek'd at thy birth,--an evil sign;
 The night-crow cried, aboding luckless time;
 Dogs howl'd, and hideous tempest shook down trees;
 The raven rook'd her on the CHIMNEY's top,
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               Macbeth  Act 2, Scene 3
 
LENNOX The night has been unruly: where we lay,
Our CHIMNEYs were blown down; and, as they say,
Lamentings heard i' the air; strange screams of death,
And prophesying with accents terrible
Of dire combustion and confused events
New hatch'd to the woeful time: the obscure bird
Clamour'd the livelong night: some say, the earth
Was fEVERous and did SHAKE.
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 Hardwigg version of Verne's _Journey to the Centre of the Earth_
                CHAPTER 41: Hunger
 
   While seated thus at my leisure, I looked up at the ruins of
  an old castle, at no great distance. It was the remains of an
    historical dwelling, ivy-clad, and now falling to pieces.
While looking, I saw two eagles circling about the summit of a lofty
 tower. I soon became satisfied that there was a nest. Now, in all
my collection, I lacked eggs of the native eagle and the large owl.
  My mind was made up. I would reach the summit of that tower,
or perish in the attempt. I went nearer, and surveyed the ruins.
The old staircase, years before, had fallen in. The outer WALLs were,
howEVER, intact. There was no chance that way, unless I looked
to the ivy solely for support. This was, as I soon found out, futile.
  There remained the CHIMNEY, which still went up to the top, and
had once served to carry off the smoke from EVERY story of the tower.
  Up this I determined to venture. It was narrow, rough, and therefore
the more easily climbed. I took off my coat and crept into the
CHIMNEY. Looking up, I saw a small, light opening, proclaiming
the summit of the CHIMNEY.
  Up- up I went, for some time using my hands and knees, after the
fashion of a CHIMNEY SWEEP. It was slow work, but, there being
continual projections, the task was comparatively easy. In this way,
I reached halfway. The CHIMNEY now became narrower. The atmosphere
was close, and, at last, to end the matter, I stuck fast.
 I could ascend no higher.
  I was unable to move either way, and was doomed to a terrible and
horrible death, that of starvation. In a boy's mind, howEVER, there is
an extraordinary amount of elasticity and hope, and I began to think
of all sorts of plans to escape my gloomy fate.>>
 
          http://JV.Gilead.org.il/butcher/jwe.html
<<EVERY word of Chapter 41, describing "Harry's" bird-nesting in
  the crags of an old castle, is invented from beginning to end.>>
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       The Merry Wives of Windsor  Act 4, Scene 2
 
FALSTAFF:  What shall I do? I'll creep up into the CHIMNEY.
 
                  Act 5, Scene 5
 
PISTOL Elves, list your names; silence, you airy toys.
Cricket, to Windsor CHIMNEYs shalt thou leap:
Where fires thou find'st unraked and hearths unswept,
There pinch the maids as blue as bilberry:
Our radiant queen hates sluts and sluttery.
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       Love's Labour's Lost  Act 4, Scene 3
 
DUMAIN:  To look like her are CHIMNEY-SWEEPers black.
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       CHAPTER VI. LEICESTER FURIOSO  (1579)
       (The Narrative of Francis Southwell)
 
Mr. Sidney's friends walk towards the door, but he stays them with a
motion of his racquet. Oxford storms; he fumes; Leave this court at
once, he shouts, for an English earl would play upon it. Mr. Sidney's
face is like a blocked CHIMNEY, but he manages to stammer that if your
lordship had been pleased to express your desire in milder words,
perchance you might have led out those whom you shall now find will
not be driven out with any scourge of fury. The Frenchmen crowd to
the gallery's edge. Then my lord of Oxford says Mr. Sidney is a PUPPY.
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                Cymbeline  Act 4, Scene 2
 
GUIDERIUS    Thou thy worldly task hast DONE,
                Home art GONE, and ta'en thy wages:
                Golden lads and girls all must,
                As CHIMNEY-SWEEPers, come to dust.
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             Moby Dick - Melville  CHAPTER 4
 
<<My sensations were STRANGE. Let me try to explain them. When I was
a child, I well remember a somewhat similar circumstance that befell me;
whether it was a reality or a dream, I nEVER could entirely settle.
The circumstance was this. I had been cutting up some caper or
other- I think it was trying to crawl up the CHIMNEY, as I had
seen a little SWEEP do a few days previous; and my stepmother who,
somehow or other, was all the time whipping me, or sending me to bed
 supperless,- my mother dragged me by the legs out of the CHIMNEY
 and packed me off to bed, though it was only two o'clock in the
afternoon of the 21st June, the longest day in year in our hemisphere.>>
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                 Julius Caesar   Act 1 scene 1
 
        Knew you not POMPEY? Many a time and oft
        Have you climb'd up to WALLs and battlements,
        To towers and windows, yea, to CHIMNEY-tops,
        Your infants in your arms, and there have sat
        The livelong day, with patient expectation,
        To see great POMPEY pass the streets of Rome:
 
                        POMPEY
      [September 29, 106 BC - September 28, 48 BC]
    [ The name POMPEY occurs 196 times in SHAKEspeare. ]
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The first congregation of Mithras-worshipping Roman soldiers
    existed in Rome under the command of General POMPEY.
 
    The Roman legions that sacked Solomon's Temple
     also brought Mithraism to the Danube basin.
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                 POMPY SPRAIN
                 MARY POPPINS

     http://www.geocities.com/ottopallone/poppins.html
 
<<Mr. Banks tears up the children's ad for a new nanny and throws it
into the fireplace. Then when he turns, the paper pieces start floating
up the fireplace. There are only 8 pieces floating up. But the next shot
shows about 18 pieces flying out of the CHIMNEY. When Mary Poppins shows
up, the 18 pieces are now 8 again. When Mary Poppins starts to read the
advertisement she's wearing white gloves. Also, the paper she's holding
is bright white & perfect. Then a close up of her hand shows her wearing
   black gloves & the paper has now turned brown with the mended rips
visable. They cut back & she has the white gloves & perfect paper again.
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                Cymbeline  Act 4, Scene 2
 
GUIDERIUS:    Thou thy worldly task hast DONE,
                Home art GONE, and ta'en thy wages:
                Golden lads and girls all must,
                As CHIMNEY-SWEEPers, come to dust.
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             As You Like It  Act 4, Scene 1
 
ROSALIND: Or else she could not have the wit to do this:
 the wiser, the waywarder: make the doors upon
 a woman's wit and it will out at the casement; shut that
 and 'twill out at the key-hole; stop that,
 'twill fly with the smoke out at the CHIMNEY.
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   Chim chiminey, chim chiminey, chim chim cheree!
        A SWEEP is as lucky, as lucky can be.
   Chim chiminey, chim chiminey, chim chim cheroo!
   Good luck will rub off when I SHAKE 'ands with you,
       Or blow me a kiss and that's lucky too.
 
       Now as the ladder of life 'as been strung,
   You may think a SWEEP's on the bottom most rung.
    Though I spends me time in the ashes and smoke,
   In this 'ole wide world there's no happier bloke.
     Up where the smoke is all billered and curled,
'Tween pavement and stars, Is the CHIMNEY SWEEP world.
     When there's 'ardly no day nor hardly no night,
    There's things 'alf in shadow and 'alfway in light,
      On the rooftops of London, coo, what a sight!
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      http://www.wedding-garter.com/traditions.htm
 
  <<There are many myths and traditions associated with CHIMNEY SWEEPs
many of reasons for which are lost in the mists of time. One reason from
folklore is that when on one occassion King George II's carriage horses
bolted the only person to attempt to stop them was a small sooty figure
of a man, a CHIMNEY SWEEP. It is considered extremely good luck, if on
the journey to the Church you see a CHIMNEY SWEEP and even greater good
luck if you saw the SWEEPs brush emerging out of the top of the CHIMNEY.
So to this day to see a CHIMNEY SWEEP and receive the Kiss of Luck
 after the wedding ceremony is supposed to bring good fortune.>>
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  PIG's Letter [John Pyke created it; Alleyn wrote it]:
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Mistress your honest, ancient and Loving servant PIG sends his humble
comendations and to my good master Henslowe and mistress and to
my mistress' sister Bess for all her hard dealings with me I send her
hearty comendations hoping to be beholding to her again for the opening
of the cupboard: and to my neighbour Doll for calling me up in the
morning and to my wife Sarah for making clean my shoes & to that old
gentleman Monsieur Pearl that EVER fought with me for the block in
the CHIMNEY corner & though you all look for the ready return
of my proper person yet I swear to you by the faith of a fustian king
nEVER to return until fortune us bring with a joyful meeting to
lovely London I cease your pretty, pretty, pratling, parleying PIG
 
           by me John Pyke
 
   (_William SHAKEspeare_ by Andrew Gurr  p.79)
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         Sylvie and Bruno Concluded  (Chap. 23)
                 Lewis Carroll
 
 The Other Professor is to recite a Tale of a PIG--I mean a PIG-Tale,"
  he corrected himself. "It has Introductory Verses at the beginning,
   and at the end."
 
"It ca'n't have Introductory Verses at the end, can it?" said Sylvie.
 
 "Wait till you hear it," said the Professor: "then you'll see.
      I'm not sure it hasn't some in the middle, as well." . . .
 
When the Other Professor had recited this Verse, he went across to the
 fire-place, and put his head up the CHIMNEY. In doing this, he lost
his balance, and fell head first into the empty grate, and got so firmly
fixed there that it was some time before he could be dragged out again.
 
  Bruno had had time to say "I thought he wanted to see
           how many peoples was up the CHIMBLEY."
 
     And Sylvie had said "CHIMNEY--not CHIMBLEY."
                .       .       .       .       .       .
 
"No," said Bruno with great decision. "The Lesson are 'not to try
  again'!" "Once there were a lovely china man, what stood on
    the CHIMBLEY-piece. And he stood, and he stood.
And one day he tumbleded off, and he didn't hurt his self one bit.
Only he would try again. And the next time he tumbleded off,
he hurted his self welly much, and breaked off EVER so much varnish."
 
"But how did he come back on the CHIMNEY-piece
        after his first tumble?" said the Empress.

 (It was the first sensible question she had asked in all her life.)
 
        "I put him there!" cried Bruno.
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 _Oliver Twist or the Parish Boy's Progress_ by Charles Dickens
                        Chapter 19
 
'NEVER mind wot it is!' replied Sikes. 'I want a boy, and he musn't
  be a big 'un. Lord!' said Mr. Sikes, reflectively, 'if I'd only got
  that young boy of NED, the CHIMBLEY-SWEEPer's!
  He kept him small on purpose, and let him out by the job. '
 
 Your father walks rather too quick for you, don't he, my man?'
  inquired the driver: seeing that Oliver was out of breath.
 
 'Not a bit of it,' replied Sikes, interposing. 'He's used to it.
 
     Here, take hold of my hand, NED. In with you!'
 
Thus addressing Oliver, he helped him into the cart; and the driver,
pointing to a heap of sacks, told him to lie down there, and rest
himself.
 
They turned round to the left, a short way past the public-house; and
then, taking a right-hand road, walked on for a long time: passing
many large gardens and gentlemen's houses on both sides of the way,
 and stopping for nothing but a little beer, until they reached a town.
 
 Here against the WALL of a house,
 Oliver saw written up in pretty large letters, 'H A M P T O N.'
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       14 pieces:  "hideOUS PHANTOM"      [TOUS par UNG]
 
                hide    S
                        O
                        U

                H A M P T O N
 
       <<Fagin . . . looked less like a man, than like some
         [hideOUS PHANTOM], moist from the grave, and worried
          by an evil spirit. He sat crouching over a cold hearth,
          wrapped in an old torn coverlet,>> -- Oliver Twist
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        David Copperfield by Charles Dickens:
 
  He leaned his ELBOW ON THE rough CHIMNEY-piece,
 and gazed upon a few expiring embers in the grate;
 but he raised his head, hopefully, on my coming in,
   and spoke in a cheery manner.
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        Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens:
 
Composedly smoking, he leaned an ELBOW ON THE CHIMNEYpiece,
at the side of the fire, and looked at the schoolmaster. It was a
cruel look, in its cold disdain of him, as a creature of no worth.
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        Legacy of Cain - Wilkie Collins:
 
  She was standing by the fire-place, with her ELBOW ON THE
 CHIMNEY-piece, and her head, resting on her hand. I stopped
 just inside the door, waiting to hear what she had to say.
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        Wandering Jew - Eugene Sue:
 
Rodin stood leaning with his ELBOW ON THE corner of the CHIMNEY
-piece, continuing to examine him with singular and obstinate attention.
 
   At sight of Rodin, his countenance at once assumed a harsh
 and insolent expression; resting his ELBOW ON THE CHIMNEY-piece,
 and conversing with Adrienne, he looked disdainfully over his
shoulder, without taking the least notice of the Jesuit's low bow.
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IAMB n : a metrical unit with unstressed-stressed syllables
 
            [J]o------[I]
            [A]my     [A.]
            [M]eg     [M.]
            [B]eth -- [B]arnard
 
JAMB, n. [Prov. E. jaumb, jaum, F. jambe a leg, jambe de force a
principal rafter.] 1. (Arch) The vertical side of any opening, as a door
or fireplace; hence, less properly, any narrow vertical surface of WALL,
as the of a CHIMNEY-breast or of a pier, as distinguished from its face.
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http://www.members.tripod.com/sicttasd/gullio2.html
                Act III Scene I
 
 INGENIOSo:  Good faith, an honourable title. - Why, this is
 the life of a man - to command a quick rapier in a tavern,
 to blow two or three simple fellows out of a room with a
 valiant oath, to bestow more smoke on the world with the
 draught of a pipe of tobacco than proceeds from the
 CHIMNEY of a solitary hall! But say, sir, you were
 telling me a tale even now of your Helen, your Venus,
 that better part of your amorous soul...
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      Francis Bacon: Viscount St. Albans [by Aubrey]
 
<<Within the bounds of the WALLs of this old Citie of Verulam (his
Lordship's Baronry) was Verulam-howse; which his Lordship built, the
most INGENIOSely contrived little PILE, that EVER I sawe. No question
but his Lordship was the chiefest Architect; but he had for his
assistant a favourite of his, a St. Albans man, Mr. Dobson, who
was his Lordship's right hand, a VERY INGENIOSe person
(Master of the Alienation Office); but he spending his estate
  upon woemen, necessity forced his son Will Dobson to be
   the most excellent Painter that England hath yet bred.
 
  This howse did cost nine or ten thousand the building, and was sold
about 1665 or 1666 by Sir HARBOTTLE GRIMSTON, Baronet, to two CARPENTERS
for fower hundred poundes; of which they made eight hundred poundes. I
am sorry I measured not the front and breadth; but I little suspected
it would be PULLED DOWNE for the sale of the Materials. There were
good CHIMNEY PIECES; the roomes VERY loftie, and all were VERY well
wainscotted. There were two Bathing-roomes or Stuffes, whither his
Lordship retired afternoons as he sawe cause. All the tunnells of the
CHIMNEYs were carried into the middle of the howse; and round about them
were seates.
 
 The upper part of the uppermost dore on the East side had inserted
 into it a large LOOKING-GLASSE, with which the Stranger was VERY
gratefully decieved, for (after he had been entertained a pretty
while, with the prospects of the Ponds, Walks, and countrey, which
this dore faced) when you were about to returne into the roome,
 one would have sworn (primo intuitu [at first glance],
 that he had beheld another Prospect through the Howse:
 for, as soon as the Straunger was landed on the Balconie,
 the Conserge that shewed the howse WOULD SHUTT THE DORE
 to putt this fallacy on him with the LOOKING-GLASSE.
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           _Through the LOOKING-GLASSE_
 
<<Oh, Kitty! how nice it would be if we could only get through into
Looking-glass House! I'm sure it's got, oh! such beautiful things in it!
Let's pretend there's a way of getting through into it, somehow, Kitty.
Let's pretend the glass has got all soft like gauze, so that we can
 get through. Why, it's turning into a sort of mist now, I declare!
It'll be easy enough to get through - ' She was up on the CHIMNEY-piece
while she said this, though she hardly knew how she had got there.
And certainly the glass WAS beginning to melt away, just like a
bright silVERY mist. In another moment Alice was through the glass,
 and had jumped lightly down into the Looking-glass room.>>
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The Birthplace, as it is called, is a cottage of plaster and timber, two
stories in height, with dormer windows, and a pleasant garden in the
rear -- all that remains of a considerable piece of land. It stands upon
the street, and the visitor passes at once, through a little porch, into
a low room, ceiled with black oak, paved with flags, and with a
fireplace so wide that one sees at a glance what the CHIMNEY-corner once
meant of comfort and cheer. On those seats, looking into the glowing
fire, the imagination of a boy could hardly fail to kindle. A dark and
narrow stair leads to the little bare room on the floor above in which
SHAKEspeare was probably born. The place seems fitted, by its VERY
simplicity, to serve as the starting-point for so great a career. There
is a small fireplace, the low ceiling is within reach of the hand; on
the narrow panes of glass which fill the casement names and initials are
traced in irregular profusion. This room has been a place eagerly sought
by literary pilgrims since the beginning of the century. The low
ceiling and the WALLs were covered, in the early part of the century,
with innumerable autographs. In 1820 the occupant, a woman who attached
great importance to the privilege of showing the house to visitors, was
compelled to give up that privilege, and by way of revenge, removed the
furniture and WHITEWASHed the WALLs of the house. A part of the WALL of
the upper room escaped the sacrilegious hand of the jealous custodian,
and names running back to the third decade of the last century are still
to be found there. Other and perhaps more famous names have taken the
places of those which were erased, and the WALLs are now a mass of
hieroglyphs. Scott, Byron, ROGERS, Tennyson, Thackeray, Dickens, have
left this record of their interest in the room.- HAMILTON WRIGHT
MABIE 1900, William SHAKEspeare, Poet, Dramatist, and Man, p. 35.
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        [H]enry [W]yatt & [H]enry [W]riothesley
   http://www.fortunecity.com/greenfield/dreams/383/towercat.htm
 
<<During the bitter struggle between the Yorkest & Lancastrians
in the War of the Roses, Sir Henry Wyatt was taken prisoner
 by King Richard III, in 1483, and sent to the tower.
 Wyatt had once been the Governor of the Tower, and
 now he had a rather different view on life in the tower.
 
 Being a well known cat lover living in A(l)LINGTON Castle
it was said of him that he "EVER used to make much of a cat".
 
  Stories say that while in the Tower he was visited by
a stray cat which made its way to his cell through a CHIMNEY.
The cat often used to leave the cell and come back with PIGeons
which it gave to Wyatt. It is said these were cooked for him
by a friendly gaoler and made up for the meagre rations that
were fed to the prisoners. Later Sir Henry had a memorial
 built to his cat friend in a church at Boxley in Kent.
 He also remembered him in a painting of him in 1532.
 
In 1601, when the reign of Queen Elizabeth was nearing its end, Henry
Wriothesley, the 3rd Earl of Southampton, was incarcerated in the
Tower of London for supporting The Earl of Essex's rebellion. During his
stay there he was joined by his favourite cat, a black and white female
called Trixie. The Earl being a nobleman, had two houses, one country
mansion in Gloucestershire and another, Southampton House, in London.
One story says the cat made its own way across London from Southampton
House, scaled the WALLs and clambered across the roofs until it
found the CHIMNEY of his cell and climbed down to join the Earl.
 We know that the cat kept Wriothesley company because many years
 later after the event, the tale was put into writing by Thomas
  Pennant an antiquarian. The cat was also included in a portrait
commissioned by Wriothesley around 1603, & painted by John de Critz
the Elder. Trixie is shown as a black cat with white markings
to her face, a snowy white bib, and white forepaws, sitting by
the right arm of the Earl with a quizzical look upon her face.>>
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October 6, 1542 => Thomas Wyatt dies (father's TOWER CAT: ACATAR)
October 6, 1573 => Henry Wriothesley born (TOWER CAT: TRIXIE)
 
 ACATAR: To obey, to accept
 ACATOR/ACATER: A provider
 TRIXIE: BEATRICE
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_Thyrsis_ (Matthew Arnold's poem for Arthur Henry Clough)
 
A Monody, To Commemorate the Author's Friend,
Arthur Hugh Clough, Who Died At Florence, 1861
 
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills!
In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same;
The village street its haunted mansion lacks,
And from the sign is gone Sibylla's name,
And from the roofs the twisted CHIMNEY-stacks--
Are ye too changed, ye hills?
See, 'tis no foot of unfamiliar men
To-night from Oxford up your pathway strays!
Here came I often, often, in old days--
Thyrsis and I; we still had Thyrsis then.
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<<My favourite piece of information is that Branwell Bronte,
 brother of Anne, Emily and Charlotte, died standing up leaning
  against a MANTELpiece, in order to prove it could be done.
 
This is not quite TRUE, in fact.>> - Douglas Adams
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             The Professor - Charlotte Bronte:
 
       "You'll not meddle with trade again?" said he,
            leaning his ELBOW ON THE MANTELpiece.
                "No; I think not."
          "You would be a fool if you did."
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http://www.lang.nagoya-u.ac.jp/~matsuoka/EG-Charlotte-12.html#XVI
 
<<I have heard, from one who attended Branwell in his last illness, that
he resolved on standing up to die. He had repeatedly said, that as long
as there was life there was strength of will to do what it chose; and
when the last agony came on, he insisted on assuming the position just
mentioned. I have previously stated, that when his fatal attack came on,
his pockets were found filled with old letters from the woman to whom
he was attached. He died; she lives still,--in May Fair. The Eumenides,
I suppose, went out of existence at the time when the wail was heard,
  "Great Pan is dead." I think we could better have spared him
 than those awful Sisters who sting dead conscience into life.>>
 
<<"Emily nEVER went out of doors
                 after the Sunday succeeding Branwell's death.>>
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<< Sir Thomas was a papist with a special devotion to the worship of the
Trinity, which was proper to one whose family name contained the number
3, Tres, and whose emblem was the Trefoil. This emblematic building was
begun in 1593 and completed Three years later: it has Three sides, each
with Three gables; Three storys, with Three windows in each on each
side; the windows are composed of groups of Three units, Triangles in
Threes within Trefoil frames, or Trefoils alone; the central CHIMNEY is
Three-sided. The frieze of the entablature is  Thirty-Three feet long ,
and the inscriptions on each side contain Thirty-Three letters.In the
Trefoil over the door is the motto Tres Testimonium dant (There
are Three that bear witness) from the first Epistle of St. John.>>
         -- Elizabethan Taste (1963) by John Buxton
 
1 John: 5:7 For there are Three, which bear record in heaven,
the Father, the Word, and the holy Ghost: and these Three are one.
 And there are Three, which bear record in the earth, the spirit,
   and the water and the blood: and these Three agree in one.
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       [Henry the Sixth, Part Two (Folio) 4.2]
 
   Cade.: Marry, this Edmund Mortimer Earle of March,
   married the Duke of Clarence daughter, did he not?
 
   Staf.: I sir.
 
   Cade.: By her he had two children at one birth.
 
   Bro.: That's false.
 
   Cade.: I, there's the question; But I say, 'tis TRUE:
         The elder of them being put to nurse,
         Was by a begger-woman stolne away,
         And ignorant of his birth and parentage,
         Became a Bricklayer, when he came to age.
         His sonne am I, deny it if you can.
 
   But.: Nay, 'tis too TRUE, therefore he shall be King.
 
   Wea.: Sir, he made a CHIMNEY in my Fathers house,
   & the brickes are aliue at this day to testifie it:
       therefore deny it not.
 
   Staf.: And will you credit this base Drudges Wordes,
             that speakes he knowes not what.
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   [Henry the Sixth, Part Two (Quarto) 4.2]
 
  Cade.:
 For looke you, Roger Mortemer the Earle of March,
  Married the Duke of Clarence daughter.
 
  Stafford.: Well, thats TRUE: But what then?
 
  Cade.: And by her he had two children at a birth.
 
  Stafford.: Thats false.
 
  Cade.:  I, but I say, tis TRUE.
 
  All.: Why then tis TRUE.
 
  Cade.: And one of them was stolne away by a begger-woman,
         And that was my father, and I am his sonne,
            Deny it and you can.
 
  Nicke.:   Nay looke you, I know twas TRUE,
     For his father built a CHIMNEY in my fathers house,
     And the brickes are aliue at this day to testifie.
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         King Henry IV, Part i  Act 2, Scene 1
 
First Carrier: Heigh-ho! an it be not four by the day,
    I'll be hanged: Charles' wain is over the new CHIMNEY,
      and yet our horse not packed. What, ostler!
 
Second Carrier: Why, they will allow us ne'er a jordan,
              and then we leak in your CHIMNEY;
        and your chamber-lie breeds fleas like a loach.
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Art NeuendorffeR
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