His cataracts at smooth holiday, soon to roar。，His panther spring across the foaming salt,
A broken carol of wild notes was heard,。，- My sister, as I read them in my glass,
Threatening agitation in the revealed。，Alive in the shrewd nerves, the seething brains,
Frail men have challenged Lucifer to fight,。，Athwart the Law he stood for sovereign sway.
The blooded frame a powerful draught uplifts。，Friend Lucifer supplies them solid stuff:
Across the vacant heavens, and distrained。，
。，It moves: O much for me to say it moves!
To hear the mouth disclaiming God,。，Revolved them, hair, voice, feet, in her carmagnole,
In the mother's fears, and in young Liberty's wail。，Each step of his a volume: his sharp word
Crying for purification: chief。，And see, decked, graced, and delicately trimmed,
It moves: O much for me to say it moves!。，Vengeance appeared as logically akin.
With vivid beams indicative to the quick。，The sole sure way to save her priceless bud.
Beneath a mind in hopeless soaring sick.。，
。，Greece was my lamp: burnt out for lack of oil;
After their sly shy ventures from the leaf,。，To hear the mouth disclaiming God,
Her heart a flaring torch usurped her wits.。，What cowardice in her valour could reside;
True Genius takes: be battle's dice-box dropped!。，
，Lie in the furrows, rain-clouds for their tents;。，For he is Britain's Admiral