Laurence Hope Quotes

• Less than the dust beneath thy chariot wheel, Less than the rust that never stained thy sword,
• Less than the weed that grows beside thy door
• Pale hands I loved beside the Shalimar. Where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell? Whom do you lead on Rapture's roadway, far, Before you agonise them in farewell?
• I would have rather felt you round my throat Crushing out life, than waving me farewell!

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