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...rink 
From the cup of Love, though you know it's poisoned; 
To whom would your flower-face have been lifted? 
Botanist, weakling? Cry of what blood to yours?--- 
Pure or fool, for it makes no matter, 
It's blood that calls to our blood. 
And then your children---oh, what might they be? 
And what your sorrows? Child! Child! 
Death is better than Life!...Read more of this...

...rought him in. 
Then first her anger, leaving Pelleas, burned 
Full on her knights in many an evil name 
Of craven, weakling, and thrice-beaten hound: 
`Yet, take him, ye that scarce are fit to touch, 
Far less to bind, your victor, and thrust him out, 
And let who will release him from his bonds. 
And if he comes again'--there she brake short; 
And Pelleas answered, `Lady, for indeed 
I loved you and I deemed you beautiful, 
I cannot brook to see your beauty marred 
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...ith myself, and drags me down 
From my fixt height to mob me up with all 
The soft and milky rabble of womankind, 
Poor weakling even as they are.' 
Passionate tears 
Followed: the king replied not: Cyril said: 
'Your brother, Lady,--Florian,--ask for him 
Of your great head--for he is wounded too-- 
That you may tend upon him with the prince.' 
'Ay so,' said Ida with a bitter smile, 
'Our laws are broken: let him enter too.' 
Then Violet, she that sang the mournf...Read more of this...

...y;
She knew I tried, and I would pray
Some day she'd hold her head in pride,
And stand with praising by my side.

A Weakling, I - she made me strong;
My finest thoughts to her belong;
Through twenty years she mothered me,
And then one day she smothered me
With kisses, saying wild with joy:
"Soon we'll be three - let's hope, a boy."

"Too old to bear a child," they said;
Well, they were right, for both are dead. . . .
Ah no, not dead - she is with me,
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...ough I died not, somewhat of me died
That made me man. When my long stupor passed 
I was no longer Maximus­I was 
A weakling with a piteous woman-soul, 
All strength and pride, joy and ambition gone­
My Claudia, dare I tell thee what foul curse 
Is mine because I looked upon a god? 

I care no more for glory; all desire
For conquest and for strife is gone from me,
All eagerness for war; I only care
To help and heal bruised beings, and to give
Some comfort to the weak and ...Read more of this...

...orth;
Unbeheld, unadored, undivined,
The cause, the centre, the mind,
The secret and sense of the earth.

Here as a weakling in irons,
Here as a weanling in bands,
As a prey that the stake-net environs,
Our life that we looked for stands;
And the man-child naked and dear,
Democracy, turns on us here
Eyes trembling with tremulous hands

It sees not what season shall bring to it
Sweet fruit of its bitter desire;
Few voices it hears yet sing to it,
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...I gently take her arm, how I would love to do her harm!

For ever since I cam from school she put it in my head
I was a weakling and a fool, a "born old maid" she said.
"You'll always stay at home," sighed she, "and keep your Mother company."

Oh pity is a bitter brew; I've drunk it to the lees;
For there is little else to do but do my best to please:
My life has been so little worth I curse the hour she gave me birth.

I curse the hour she gave me breath, who nev...Read more of this...

...They called me the weakling, the simpleton,
For my brothers were strong and beautiful,
While I, the last child of parents who had aged,
Inherited only their residue of power.
But they, my brothers, were eaten up
In the fury of the flesh, which I had not,
Made pulp in the activity of the senses, which I had not,
Hardened by the growth of the lusts, which I had not,
Though m...Read more of this...

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