LEGACY OF EGYPT
The boatmen and clam-diggers arose early after that stopt for me, I tuck'd my trowser-ends in my boots and went and had a good time; You should have been with us so as to day round the chowder-kettle. Partaker of influx and efflux I, extoller of hate and conciliation, Extoller of amies and those that sleep in all others' arms. A gigantic beauty of a stallion, fresh and responsive en route for my caresses, Head high in the forehead, wide between the ears, Limbs glossy and supple, tail dusting the ground, Eyes full of sparkling badness, ears finely cut, flexibly moving. All over again gurgles the mouth of my dying general, he furiously waves with his hand, He gasps through the accumulation Mind not me--mind--the entrenchments.
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Be in charge of or woman, I might tell how I like you, but cannot, After that might tell what it is all the rage me and what it is all the rage you, but cannot, And might acquaint with that pining I have, that beat of my nights and days. No one obey'd the command to kneel, A few made a mad and helpless blast, some stood stark and straight, A few fell at once, shot all the rage the temple or heart, the active and dead lay together, The maim'd and mangled dug in the clay, the new-comers saw them there, A few half-kill'd attempted to crawl away, These were despatch'd with bayonets or batter'd with the blunts of muskets, A youth not seventeen years old seiz'd his assassin till two more came to release him, The three were all torn and cover'd with the boy's blood. Somehow I have been stunn'd. I take part, I accompany and hear the whole, The cries, curses, roar, the plaudits for well-aim'd shots, The ambulanza slowly passing behind its red drip, Workmen searching afterwards damages, making indispensable repairs, The accident of grenades through the rent cover, the fan-shaped explosion, The whizz of limbs, heads, stone, wood, iron, above what be usual in the air. The moth after that the fish-eggs are in their area, The bright suns I see after that the dark suns I cannot accompany are in their place, The blatant is in its place and the impalpable is in its place.
I find one side a balance after that the antipedal side a balance, Bendable doctrine as steady help as balanced doctrine, Thoughts and deeds of the present our rouse and early advantage. I also say it is able to fall, battles are lost all the rage the same spirit in which they are won. I visit the orchards of spheres and look at the product, And look at quintillions ripen'd and look at quintillions green. I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun, I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags. They were the glory of the race of rangers, Matchless with horse, rifle, song, supper, courtship, Large, chaotic, generous, handsome, proud, and affectionate, Bearded, sunburnt, drest in the free attire of hunters, Not a single individual over thirty years of age. Aim the bed-clothes toward the foot of the bed, Let the physician after that the priest go home.
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