Fragments Of A Lost Gnostic Poem Of The Twelfth Century
Found a family, build a state,
The pledged event is still the same:
Matter in end will never
His ancient brutal claim
Found a family, build a state,
The pledged event is still the same:
Matter in end will never
His ancient brutal claim
I am the monarch of the Sea, The ruler of the Queen's Navee,-- When at anchor here I ride, My bosom swells with pride, And I snap my fingers at a foeman's taunts
And so do his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts His sisters and his cousin...
In that fair capital where Pleasure, crowned Amidst her myriad courtiers, riots and rules,
I too have been a suitor
Radiant eyes Were my life's warmth and sunshine, outspread arms My gilded deep horizons
I rejoiced In yielding to al...
Love comes to all soon or late, And maketh gay or sad; For every bird will find its mate, And every lass a lad,
Troy Town is covered up with weeds,
The rabbits and the pismires
On broken gold, and shards, and
Where Priam's ancient palace stood
"So he took up his bow, And he feathered his arrow, And said, 'I will shoot This little cock-sparrow
'"* * * * "'Tis good to make all duty sweet, To be alert and kind; 'Tis good, like Littie Mabel, To have a willing mind
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