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/ page 538 of 1205 /Captains of industry, your aimless power Awakens harsh velleities of time....
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Death's long anabasis.
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Your death, dear Lady, was quite cold For all the brave tears and ultimate spasm....
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For, brother, know that this is art, and you With a cold incautious sorrow stricken dumb,...
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Men cannot live forever But they must die forever....
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Accept these costly wreaths for my own sake (Death asks no entrance fee to let you in)...
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Lest darkness fall and time fall In a long night when learned arteries...
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Life stood on the top stair a moment Waved her last gray slander down the stair,...
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I wear my wedding ring He will cut off your finger And the blood will linger Little bird!
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My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.
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What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
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The gentle serpent, green in the mulberry bush, Riots with his tongue through the hush— Sentinel of the grave who counts us all!
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This is the man who classified the bits Of his friends' hells into a pigeonhole—...
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Turn back. Turn, young lady dear A murderer's house you enter here I was wooed and won little bird
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Say never the strong heart In the consuming breath Cries out unto the dark The skinny death.
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Speak, then, my Beauty, to this dire putrescence, To the worm that shall kiss your proud estate,...
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When Gabriel's trumpet ends all life's delay, Will crash the beams of firmamental woe:...
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turn round look at the violet finger (not touching it)...
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The flies swarmed on the putrid vulva, then A black tumbling rout would seethe Of maggots, thick like a torrent in a glen....
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What shall we say who have knowledge Carried to the heart? Shall we take the act...
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