| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. (1878–1962). Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1920. 1920. |
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| THE POMP of capitals long left to rust | |
| Glows in her flesh and her ironic eyes. | |
| Gazing on her, old pageantries arise | |
| Of queens and splendid courtesans, whose lust | |
| Was power to loot a peacock throne, or thrust | 5 |
| Satraps to battle for their beauty’s prize. | |
| Thus Theodora flaunted, and none otherwise | |
| La Pompadour and Lais gone to dust. | |
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| Her wit is a keen weapon wrought for war | |
| Against the grayness of democracy. | 10 |
| No broadsword this, but a bright scimitar, | |
| Tempered in flame and edged with subtlety. | |
| Her art is life; in braver days than this | |
She would have throned it with Semiramis.
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