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...all I shall require. 
 Alci. Lo, from the Plain I see draw near a Pair
That I could wish in our Converse might share. 
Amira 'tis and young Alcimedon. 
 Lici. Serious Discourse industriously they shun. 
 Alci. It being yet their luck to come this way, 
The Fond Ones to our Lecture we'll betray: 
And though they only sought a private shade, 
Perhaps they may depart more Vertuous made. 
 I will accost them. Gentle Nymph and Swaine, 
Good Melibæus us doth entertain
With Lays Di...Read more of this...

...as long as I lived,
And for years a soul that was stiff and bent,
In a world which saw me just as a jest,
To be hailed familiarly when it chose,
And loaded up as a man when it chose,
Being neither man nor boy.
In truth it was soul as well as body
Which never matured, and I say to you
That the much-sought prize of eternal youth
Is just arrested growth....Read more of this...

...e with White Hellebore. 

Let Darkon rejoice with the Melon-Thistle. 

Let Jaalah rejoice with Moly wild garlick. 

Let Ami rejoice with the Bladder Sena in season or out of season bless the name of the Lord. 

Let Pochereth rejoice with Fleabane. 

Let Keros rejoice with Tree Germander. 

Let Padon rejoice with Tamnus Black Briony. 

Let Mizpar rejoice with Stickadore. 

Let Baanah rejoice with Napus the French Turnip. 

Let Reelaiah rejoice with the Sea-Cabbage. 

Let Paros...Read more of this...

...r tongue
of idle whispering.

A fine afternoon it is, with tall bright clouds sailing over the 
trees.

"Bonaparte, mon ami, the trees are golden like my star, the star 
I pinned
to your destiny when I married you. The gypsy, you remember 
her prophecy!
My dear friend, not here, the servants are watching; send them away,
and that flashing splendour, Roustan. Superb -- Imperial, 
but . . .
My dear, your arm is trembling; I faint to feel it touching me! No, 
no,
Bonaparte, not ...Read more of this...

...at least
 20 fangs
 poison-tipped.
The porter's eyes
 give a significant flick
(I'll carry your baggage
 for nix,
 mon ami...)
The gendarmes enquiringly
 look at the tec,
the tec, -
 at the gendarmerie.
With what delight
 that gendarme caste
would have me
 strung-up and whipped raw
because I hold
 in my hands
 hammered-fast
sickle-clasped
 my red Soviet passport.
I'd tear
 like a wolf
 at bureaucracy.
For mandates
 my respect's but the slightest.
To the devil himself
 I'd ch...Read more of this...

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