'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | ||
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THE GOLDEN-HEADED IMAGE.
His head was gold and stood among the stars,His leg of iron went their wilful way,
That knew no law and mocked even sacred bars,
And yet his feet were wrought of miry clay.
And as, colossus-like, bestriding all,
He dragged the Empire down that gave him trust,
His feet beneath him met the traitor's fall,
And he himself was shattered into dust.
'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | ||