Adela Florence Nicolson Quotes
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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?
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Less than the dust beneath thy chariot wheel,Less than the rust that never stained thy sword,
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I would have rather felt you round my throatCrushing out life, than waving me farewell!
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Less than the weed that grows beside thy door
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For this is wisdom: to live, to take what fate, or the Gods, may give.
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Red lips like a living, laughing rose.
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Often devotion to virtue arises from sated desire.
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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.