Old Spookses' Pass, Malcolm's Katie, and other poems by Isabella Valancy Crawford
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XXX. "Drink, until the leaden blood "Stirs and beats about thy brain: "Till the hot Caecuban flood "Drown the iron of thy chain. XXXI. "Drink, till even madness flies "At the nimble wine's pursuit; "Till the God within thee lies "Trampled by the earth-born brute. XXXII. "Helot drink--nor spare the wine; "Drain the deep, the madd'ning bowl, "Flesh and sinews, slave, are mine, "Now I claim thy Helot soul. XXXIII. "Gods! ye love our Sparta; ye "Gave with vine that leaps and runs |
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