Questão de Língua Inglesa

ln the alcove whose curtains are cloth-otgold, and 1 2 whose pillars âre fluted sapphire, reclines the emperor Chan, on his couch of ebony set with opals 3 4 and rubies, and cushioned with the furs of unknown 5 and gorgeous beasts. With implacable and weary 6 gaze, Írom beneath unmoving lids that seem carven oí purple-veined onyx, he stares at the 7 cÍystal windows, giving upon the infinite fiery of 8 azures a I tropic sky and sea. Oppressive as nightmare, a Íormless fatigue, 10 nameless heavier than any burden 11 the slaves oÍ the mines musl beaÍ, lies Íorever at his 12 heart: all deliriums of Love and wine, the agonizing 13 ecstasy of drugs, even the deepest and the fainlest 14 pulse oí delight or pain-all are proven, all are futile, 15 for the outworn bul insatiate emperor. Even for a new grieí, 16 or a subtler pang than any Íelt before, he thinks, lying on his bed oÍ ebony, that he would give 17 the 18 silver and vermilion of all his mines, with the crowded caskets. 19 the carcanets and crowns that lie in his most immemorial 20 treasure-vault. Vainly, with the veíse of the more poets, the fanciÍul 21 inventive purplethreaded fabrics oÍ the subtlest looms, the unfamiliar 22 gems and minerals Írom the uttermost land, the pallid 24 leaves and blood-like petals of a rare and venomous all blossom-vainly, with these, and many stranger wilder, more 26 devices, wonderful diversions, the 27 slaves and sultanas have sought to alleviate the iron 28 hours. One by one he has dismissed them with a 29 weary gesture. And now, in the silence oí the heâvily 30 curtained alcove, he lies alone, with the canker oÍ 3'1 ennui at his heart, like the undying mordant worm at 32 the heart oÍ the dead. Fonter http //www eldfltchdâÍk com/writings/prose,poetry, pl ay sl en - o/o28no/.29 1 3 I n 0t -7