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ON loathing their lascivious Life,
Abhorred all Womankind, but most a Wife:
So single chose to live, and shunned to wed,
Well pleased to want a Consort of his Bed

O Liberty,
God-gifted— Young and immortal maid— In your high hand uplifted, The torch declares your trade
Its crimson menace, flaming Upon the sea and shore, Is, trumpet-like, proclaiming That Law shall be no more
Austere incendiary...

Here, in the withered arbor, like the arrested wind,
Straight sides, carven knees,
Stands the statue, with hands flung out in alarm Or remonstrances
Over the lintel sway the woven bracts of the vine In a pattern of angles

Your hand, my wonder, is now icy cold
The purest light of the celestial domehas burned me through
And now we areas two still plams lying in darlmess,as two black banks of a frozen streamin the chasm of the world
Our hair combed back...

Парис и Марс, о том ни слова,
И Адонис, когда хотел,
Меня видали без покрова;
Но как увидел Праксител

Quand l’amour me trahit et le chagrin me tue,
Et que d’indignation je sens battre mon coeur,
Je viens a toi alors, о ma chere statue,
Contempler ton regard et conter mon malheur