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Sida 361 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Sida 242 - No love was left; All earth was but one thought — and that was death, Immediate and inglorious! And the pang Of famine fed upon all entrails ! Men Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh: The meagre by the meagre were devour'd!
Sida 242 - And they were enemies; they met beside The dying embers of an altar-place Where had been heap'da mass of holy things For an unholy usage; they raked up, And shivering scraped with their cold skeleton hands The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath Blew for a little life, and made a flame Which was a mockery; then they lifted up Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld Each other's aspects — saw, and shriek'd, and died— Even of their mutual hideousness they died, Unknowing who he was upon whose...
Sida 241 - I HAD a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the- moonless air; Morn came, and went — and came, and brought no day. And men forgot their passions in the dread Of this their desolation ; and all hearts Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light...
Sida 361 - And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur...
Sida 242 - The world was void, The populous and the powerful - was a lump, Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless A lump of death - a chaos of hard clay.
Sida 241 - The brows of men by the despairing light Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits The flashes fell upon them; some lay down And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smiled; And others hurried to and fro, and fed Their...
Sida 242 - And twined themselves among the multitude, Hissing, but stingless - they were slain for food. And War, which for a moment was no more, Did glut himself again: - a meal was bought With blood, and each sate sullenly apart Gorging himself in gloom: no love...
Sida 242 - Lured their lank jaws; himself sought out no food, But with a piteous and perpetual moan And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand Which answered not with a caress — he died.
Sida 242 - Hissing, but stingless - they were slain for food. And War, which for a moment was no more, Did glut himself again: - a meal was bought With blood, and each sate sullenly apart Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left; All earth was but one thought - and that was...

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