Poems with rhymes of embraces

He invites the derision of strangers—he enters all places.
Booted, bareheaded he enters. With shouts and embraces

Blind Faith had martyrs in those old high places,
The Syrian hill grove and the Druid's wood,
With mother's offering, to the Fiend's embraces,

And lock me fast in white embraces,
And down mysterious ways of love
We two shall move to fairy places.

Where with the seraglio's graces
Daylong toys the Mussulman,
An enchantress 'mid embraces

The shrouded mother of a new idea, men hide their faces,
Cry out and fend her off, as she seeks her procreant groom,
Wounding themselves against her, denying her fecund embraces.

From microscopic spaces,
Where molecules with fierce desires,
Shiver in hot embraces.

Oh, for a wench (I deal in faces,
And in other daintier things);
Tickled am I with her embraces,

While yet thou wear'st the crown of morning graces,
While yet the touch of dawn upon thy face is—
Back, little nigger, to the night's embraces!

Hung wide, and tangled limbs and faces
Lay, as if giants blind and stark
With violent, with perverse embraces

Flowers of never fading graces
To make immortall dressings
For worthy soules, whose wise embraces

Into their huge embraces,
Though there are human faces

Locked and mute in its fierce embraces,
Thrilled and filled with the joy of motion,
Limbs outstretched, through the swirl he races.

Her goods, and chattels, and good graces,
And person up to his embraces.

Nothing on earth--no Arts, no Gifts, no Graces--
No Fame, no Wealth--outweighs the wont of it.
This is the Law which every law embraces--

Oh, Dark Companion, Death, whose wide embraces
O'ertake remotest change of clime and skies --
Oh, Dark Companion, Death, whose grievous traces

O for a wench, (I deale in faces,
And in other dayntier things,)
Tickled am I with her Embraces,

At quite uncertain times and places,
The atoms left their heavenly path,
And by fortuitous embraces,

And with fondly false embraces
Did I weave my mystic laces

But the soul of Sanchez quailed not, and he laughed in their sad faces,
Crying loud to Mariquita for the Valdepeñas wine.
``A fair pig--skin, Caballeros, blushes here for your embraces.

And the porcupine scrambles in places
Where Flinn swears by the faith he embraces,