gri_2003_m_46_b03_f04_013
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- WINNER - 65889562 - pleiades33
- 66013730 - JanetCormack
- 66145483 - nhsia
- 66170359 - tinkapuppy
- 66180172 - Preacher357
- 66205663 - SailorVal
WINNER - 65889562 - pleiades33
THE MASQUE OF WATER THREELion:
No, pastiche will not afford my love the proper vessel, to drink in, or for voyages.
The Masque:
The Source speaks:
Great waterfalls are plumes hills wear
In the process of becoming:
Lakes in which girls see themselves like sculpture
Have the certainty of being.
Baroque cascades plunge like heroes
Down to lance the blue drake death.
The lake is fatal as a mirror
To the chained girl, lacking clothes.
But the water-falling hero
Stuns the drake and breaks the rigour
Of doubles in a standing lake -
And makes Angelica a moving figure.
A Native River-God speaks:
The marriage of Thames and Tiber
Reconciles our native green
With the white of statuary:
Commingling urns import
Nymphs and emperors to our banks
And a sense of southern order.
How the marble, tall on sky,
Is example to our muscles,
And a solid thing-in-itself.
The marriage of Thames and the Nile,
Of the swan and pyramid,
Introduces Love not Order:
On the Oriental couch,
Supported by a crocodile,
Pumped and plushed, Cleopatra
Lounges horizontally.
Palm and willow rise and fall
Round the rising and falling loves.
66013730 - JanetCormack
THE MASQUE OF WATER THREELion:
No, pastiche will not afford mty love the proper vessel,
to drink in for voyages.
The Masque:
The Source speaks:
Great waterfalls are plumes hills wear
In the process of becoming:
Lakes in which girls see themselves like sculpture
Have the certainty of being.
Baroque cascades plunge like heroes
Down to lance the blue drake death.
The lake is fatal as a mirror
To the chained girl, lacking clothes.
Butthe water-falling hero
Stuns the drake and breaks the rigour
Of doubles in a in a standing lake -
And makes Angelica a moving figure.
A Native River-God speaks:
The marriage of Thames and Tiber
Reconcile our native green
With the white of Statuary
Commingling urns import
Nymphs and emperors to our banks
And a sense of southern order.
How the marble, tall on sky,
Is example to our muscles,
And a solid thing-in-itself.
The marriage of Thames and the Nile,
Of the swan and pyramid,
Introduces Love not Order:
On the Oriental couch,
Supported by a crocodile,
Pumped and plushed, Cleopatra
Lounges horizontally.
Palm and willow rise and fall
Round the rising and falling loves.
66145483 - nhsia
THE MASQUE OF WATER THREELion:
No, pastiche will not afford my love the proper vessel,
to drink in, or for voyages.
The Masque:
The Source speaks:
Great waterfalls are plumes hills wear
In the process of becoming:
Lakes in which girls see themselves like sculpture
Have the certainty of being.
Baroque cascades plunge like heroes
Down to lance the blue drake death.
The lake is fatal as a mirror
To the chained girl, lacking clothes.
But the water-falling hero
Stuns the drake and breaks the rigour
Of doubles in a standing lake -
And makes Angelica a moving figure.
A Native River-God speaks:
The marriage of Thames and Tiber
Reconciles our native green
With the white of statuary:
Commingling urns import
Nymphs and emperors to our banks
And a sense of southern order.
How the marble, tall on sky,
Is example to our muscles,
And a solid thing-in-itself.
The marriage of Thames and the Nile,
Of the swan and pyramid,
Introduces Love not Order:
On the Oriental couch,
Supported by a crocodile,
Pumped and plushed, Cleopatra
Lounges horizontally.
Palm and willow rise and fall
Round the rising and falling loves.
66170359 - tinkapuppy
THE MASQUE OF WATER THREELion:
No, pastiche will not afford my love the proper vessel,
to drink in, or for voyages.
The Masque:
The Source speaks:
Great waterfalls are plumes hills wear
In the process of becoming:
Lakes in which girls see themselves like sculpture
Have the certainty of being.
Baroque cascades plunge like heroes
Down to lance the blue drake death.
The lake is fatal as a mirror
To the chained girl, lacking clothes.
But the water-falling hero
Stuns the drake and breaks the rigor
Of doubles in a standing lake -
And makes Angelica a moving figure.
A Native River-God speaks:
The marriage of Thames and Tiber
Reconciles our native green
With the white of statuary:
Commingling urns import
Nymphs and emperors to our banks
And a sense of southern order.
How the marble, tall on sky,
Is example to our muscles,
And a solid thing-in-itself.
The marriage of Thames and the Nile,
Of the swan and pyramid,
Introduces Love not Order:
On the Oriental couch,
Supported by a crocodile,
Pumped and plushed, Cleopatra
Lounges horizontally.
Palm and willow rise and fall
Round the rising and falling loves.
66180172 - Preacher357
THE MASQUE OF WATER THREELion:
No, pastiche will not afford my love the proper vessel,
to drink in, or for voyages.
The Masque:
The Source speaks:
Great waterfalls are plumes hills wear
In the process of becoming:
Lakes in which girls see themselves like sculpture
Have the certainly of being.
Baroque cascades plunge like heroes
Down to lance the blue drake death.
The lake is fatal as a mirror
To the chained girl, lacking clothes.
But the water-falling hero
Stuns the drake and breaks the rigour
Of doubles in a standing lake -
And makes Angelica a moving figure.
A Native River-God speaks:
The marriage of Thames and Tiber
Reconciles our native green
With the white of statuary:
Commingling urns import
Nymphs and emperors to our banks
And a sense of southern order.
How the marble, tall on sky,
Is example to our muscles,
And a solid thing-in-itself.
The marriage of Thames and the Nile,
Of the swan and pyramid,
Introduces Love not Order:
Supported by a crocodile,
Pumped and plushed, Cleopatra
Lounges horizonally.
Palm and willow rise and fall
Round the rising and falling loves.
66205663 - SailorVal
THE MASQUE OF WATER THREELion:
No, pastiche will not afford my love the proper vessel,
to drink in, or for voyages.
The Masque:
The Source speaks:
Great waterfalls are plumes hills wear
In the process of becoming:
Lakes in which girls see themselves like sculpture
Have the certainty of being.
Baroque cascades plunge like heroes
Down to lance the blue drake death.
The lake is fatal as a mirror
To the chained girl, lacking clothes.
But the water-falling hero
Stuns the drake and breaks the rigour
Of doubles in a standing lake -
And makes Angelica a moving figure.
A Native River-God speaks:
The marriage of Thames and Tiber
Reconciles our native green
With the white of statuary:
Commingling urns import
Nymphs and emperors to our banks
And a sense of southern order.
How the marble, tall on sky,
Is example to our muscles,
And a solid thing-in-itself.
The marriage of Thames and the Nile,
Of the swan and pyramid,
Introduces love not Order:
On the Oriental couch,
Supported by a crocodile,
Pumped and plushed, Cleopatra
Lounges horizontally.
Palm and willow rise and fall
Round the rising and falling loves.