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| Lade and the Swan A sudden blow: the great wings beating still Above then staggering girl, her thighs caressed By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill, He holds her helpless breast upon his breast. How can those terrified vague fngers push The featheredm glory from her loosemimg thighs ? And how can body, laid in that white rush, But feel the strange heart beating where it lies ? A shudder in the loins engenders there The broken wall, the burning roof and tower And Agamemnon dead. Being so caught up, So mastered by the brute blood of the air, Did she put on his knowledge with his power Before the indifferent beak could let her drop? |
No Second Troy Why should I blame her that she filled my days With misery, or that she would of late Have taught to a ignorant men most violent ways, Or hurled the little streets upon the great, Had they but courage equal to desire ? What could have made her peaceful with a mind That nobleness made simple as a fire, With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind That is not natural in an age like this, Being high and solitary and most stern ? Why, what could she have done, being what she is ? Was there another Troy for her to burn ? Down by the
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