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WhippingThe term whipping has multiple meanings.
This is a disambiguation page; that is, one that just points to other pages that might otherwise have the same name. If you followed a link here, you might want to go back and fix that link to point to the appropriate specific page. Conscious of his desire she was waking from odorous sleep, the
were opening to his eyes. Her nakedness yielded to him, radiant, warm,
him like water with a liquid life; and like a cloud of vapour or like
the element of mystery, flowed forth over his brain.
Are you not weary of ardent.html">ardent.html">ardent.html">ardent ways,
Tell no more of enchanted days.
Your eyes have set man's heart ablaze
Are you not weary of ardent ways?
Above the flame the smoke of praise
Tell no more of enchanted days.
Our broken cries and mournful lays
Are you not weary of ardent ways?
While sacrificing hands upraise
Tell no more of enchanted days.
And still you hold our longing gaze
Are you not weary of ardent ways?
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them, leaning wearily on his ashplant. They flew round.html">round.html">round.html">round.html">round and round the
March evening made clear their flight.html">flight, their dark quivering bodies.html">bodies
tenuous blue.
He watched their flight; bird after bird: a dark flash, a swerve, a
quivering bodies passed: six, ten, eleven: and wondered were they odd
upper sky. They were flying high and low but ever round and round in
about a temple.html">temple of air.
He listened to the cries: like the squeak of mice behind the wainscot:
unlike the cry of vermin, falling.html">falling a third or a fourth and trilled as
and falling like threads of silken light unwound from whirring spools.
The inhuman clamour soothed his ears in which his mother's sobs and
wheeling and fluttering and swerving round an airy temple of. All is still licensed under the GNU FDL.
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