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Those far-renownèd brides of ancient song
And clattering flints battered with clanging hoofs:
Corpses across the threshold; heroes tall
And high shrinedoors burst thro' with heated blasts
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A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN.
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xi.
Peopled the hollow dark, like burning stars,
And I heard sounds of insult, shame, and wrong,
And trumpets blown for wars;
xii.
And I saw crowds in columned sanctuaries;
And forms that screamed at windows and on roofs
Of marble palaces;
xiii.
Dislodging pinnacle and parapet
Upon the tortoise creeping to the wall;
Lances in ambush set;
xiv.
That run before the fluttering tongues of fire,
White surf windscattered over sails and masts,
And ever climbing higher,
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