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VOCABULARY
III, 46, There is a weed lives out of the sun’s way . . .
A flower star-shaped . . .
The remaining formations of this group offer no
special grounds of classification.
I, 70, ... shark-toothed and serpentine-curled
Rolls, under the whitening wind of the future, the wave
of the world . . .
196, The sound of iron-footed years
And all the oppression that is done
Under the sun . . .
II, 111, Thou wast fairest and first of my virgin-vested daughters
308, Before thine incarnation, the tale goes,
Thy virgin mother, pure of sensual stings,
Communed by night with angels of chaste things,
And, full of grace, untimely felt the throes
Of motherhood upon her, and believed
The obscure annunciation, made when late
A raven-feathered, raven-throated dove
Croaked salutation to the mother of love.
III, 95, With little unblown breasts and child-eyed looks
Following, the very maid, the girl-child spring . . .
122, Rose-cheeked gardens that revel in spring
Rose-mouthed acacias that laugh as they climb . . .
303,. . . . One met him lovelier than all men may be,
God-featured, with god’s eyes . . .
IV, 61, And in the joyous travail of the year
Grew April-hearted . . .
72, . . . Yet at last,
Soul-sick with trembling at the heart, he passed
Into the sweet light of the maiden bower
Where lay the lonely lily-featured flower . . .
[The Maiden Marriage.}
164, ... Sir Kay
The snake-souled envier . . .
(VI, 33, snake-spirited.
209, That head, clothed round with hell-faced night . . .
280, Peace, and be wise; no gods love idle speech. —
Nor any man a man’s mouth woman-tongued.
357, A whirlwind-footed bridegroom found my child
And rapt her northward . . .
368, With fence of thorn-edged spears . . .
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