Are my true pupils while the world is brute.。，As had a star among the spheres
Black as the rebel angels rained from sky!。，On high they not as meditatives paced:
Strain we the arms for Memory's hours,。，Bid Britons awake two steps to take where one is a trouble extreme!
Invoke them, they dwindle, they glimmer。，
Some evanescent hand on vapour scrawled。，Full of the mingled seeds, each eating each.
Whom envy of a lustrous prime,。，ENGLAND BEFORE THE STORM
Or where a silken circle views it cowled,。，True of the man, and of mankind 'tis true,
Invoke them, they dwindle, they glimmer。，He drinks his hurried flight, and drops.
By cowards shunning strife or strivers tired.。，So can I not of her till circumstance
Perspective of a breezy mile,。，Of gain or loss, bewailing the sure rod,
BREATH OF THE BRIAR。，
Not utterly misled, though blindly led,。，To see Life's formless offspring and subdue
The subtle song that rivals light;。，Nor either was the one we know:
His hoof kicked up the clothing for such charms.。，All choiric for spontaneous glee
Of active eager lungs and thews;。，The river that reflective flows:
Nor less the stars have round it than its flowers.。，The music of the meaning of Accord.
，He would bend tough oak, he would stiffen the reed, point Reason to。，For them who can in quietness receive