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Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar.Where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell?Whom do you lead on Rapture's roadway, far,Before you agonise them in farewell?
Adela Florence Nicolson -
Less than the dust beneath thy chariot wheel,Less than the rust that never stained thy sword,
Adela Florence Nicolson
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I would have rather felt you round my throatCrushing out life, than waving me farewell!
Adela Florence Nicolson -
Less than the weed that grows beside thy door
Adela Florence Nicolson -
For this is wisdom: to live, to take what fate, or the Gods, may give.
Adela Florence Nicolson -
Often devotion to virtue arises from sated desire.
Adela Florence Nicolson -
Men should be judged not by their tint of skin, the gods they serve, the vintage they drink, nor by the way they fight, or love, or sin, but by the quality of the thought they think.
Adela Florence Nicolson -
I shall go the way of the open sea, To the lands I knew before you came, And the cool ocean breezes shall blow from me The memory of your name.
Adela Florence Nicolson