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That’s my lass
duchess
Willt please you sit and look at
her
since
none
puts by the
curtain
drawn for
you
but I
Was not her
husbands
presence only that called the
spot
of
joy
Paint must never hope to
reproduce
the
faint
half
flush
that dies along her
throat
To
soon
made
glad
My gift of
nine hundred years
old name
Officious fool
broke in
The
white mule
Somehow
-
I not know how-
I gave
commands
then the
smiles
stopped all
together
Notice
Neptune
taming a
seahorse
Her
looks
went
everywhere
abuse
of
power
in my last duchess and
london
the poem is about the
abuse
of
power
by
men
over
women
ozymandias
and my
last duchess
both have a
powerful
figure
the
dropping
of the
daylight
as if she
ranked