What are his nets traps how does he surround him.
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with cold floods of abstraction and with forests of solitude
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to build him castles and high spires.
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Where kings and priests may dwell
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till she who burns with youth and no fixet lot.
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is bound.. in a spell of law to one she loaths?
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And must she drag the chain... of life in weary lust?
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"Must chilling murderous thoughts
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obscure the clear heaven of her eternal spring?
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To bear to wintry rage of harsh terror driv'n... to madness"
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Bound to hold a rod over her shrinking shoulders
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all the day and all the night to turn the whell of false desire
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and longings death wake her womb.
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To the ahborred birth of cherubs
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in the human form that live a pestilence an die.
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A meteor and are no more
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till child dwell with one he hates, and do the deed he loathes.
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And the impure scourge forge his seed
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its unripe birth e'er yet his eyelids can behold the arrows... of the day
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Une Saison En Enfer
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| Theatres Des Vampires |
