Let the boy try along this bayonet-blade How cold steel is, and keen with hunger of blood;
Blue with all malice, like a madman's flash;
And thinly drawn with famishing for flesh
Lend him to stroke these blind, blunt bullet-heads Whi...
Only you,
O Iranian woman, have
In bonds of wretchedness, misfortune, and cruelty;
If you want these bonds broken,grasp the skirt of
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I threw my arms about those shoulders, glancing at what emerged behind that back, and saw a chair pushed slightly forward, merging now with the lighted wall
The lamp glared too bright to show the shabby furniture to some advanta...