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Cleopatra La vi tendida de espaldas entre púrpura revuelta. Estaba toda desnuda, aspirando humo de esencias en largo tubo, escarchado de diamantes y de perlas. Sobre la siniestra mano apoyada la cabeza; y como un ojo de tigre, un ópalo daba en ella... Poet: Salvador Díaz Mirón	Cleopatra Here, charmian, take my bracelets: They bar with a purple stain My arms; turn over my pillows— They are hot where I have lain: Open the lattice wider, A gauze o’er my bosom throw, And let me inhale the odors That over the garden... Poet: William Wetmore Story	Since Cleopatra Died “since cleopatra died!” Long years are past, In Antony’s fancy, since the deed was done. Love counts its epochs, not from sun to sun, But by the heart-throb. Mercilessly fast Time has swept onward since she looked her last On life, a queen. For him the... Poet: Thomas Wentworth Higginson	Antony to Cleopatra I am dying, Egypt, dying! Ebbs the crimson life-tide fast, And the dark Plutonian shadows Gather on the evening blast; Let thine arm, O Queen, enfold me, Hush thy sobs and bow thine ear, Listen to the great heart secrets Thou, and... Poet: William Haines Lytle
Cleopatra Here Charmian, take my bracelets: They bar with a purple stain My arms; turn over my pillows— They are hot where I have lain: Open the lattice wider, A gauze o’er my bosom throw, And let me inhale the odors That over the garden blow... Poet: William Wetmore Story	Antony and Cleopatra “I am dying, Egypt, dying.” —SHAKESPEARE’S Antony and Cleopatra, Act IV. Sc. 13. I AM dying, Egypt, dying, Ebbs the crimson life-tide fast, And the dark Plutonian shadows Gather on the evening blast; Let thine arms, O Queen, enfold me,... Poet: William Haines Lytle	Cleopatra From “Antony and Cleopatra,” Act II. Sc. 2. ENOBARBUS.—The barge she sat in, like a burnished throne, Burned on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumèd that The winds were lovesick with them; the oars were silver, Which to... Poet: William Shakespeare