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One who, or that which, accelerates.

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Menelaus and Helen

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Rupert Brooke·1887–1915·Bloomsbury Group
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 Hot through Troy's ruin Menelaus brokeTo Priam's palace, sword in hand, to sateOn that adulterous whore a ten years' hateAnd a king's honour. Through red death, and smoke,And cries, and then by quieter ways he strode,Till the still innermost chamber fronted him.He swung his sword, and crashed into the dimLuxurious bower, flaming like a god. High sat white Helen, lonely and serene.He had not remembered that she was so fair,And that her neck curved down in such a way;And he felt tired. He flung the sword away,And kissed her feet, and knelt before her there,The perfect Knight before the perfect Queen.
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