Love meet they who do not shove。，Courtly dames are here to woo,
IV。，On the throne Success usurps,
For hours in the track of the plough。，Not the soft overflowing of sound
Sicilian Enna, whose Maid。，Unshaded. Breathing, she sent
Wild as he, but breathing faint。，Yields the soil, she seemed adept.
Winding, they to her attached。，Shredded husks of seedlings flown,
He is oftener friendly to man,。，That tutors the torrent-brook,
Rosiest rosy wanes to crone.。，XIV
Hooded laughter, monkish glee,。，Yet through measured grave accord,
Shrieks as nature's maniac:。，When gaped by the rock-channel head
Ascending, the bud of the furze,。，Will you so in soul's desire:
From the markets that hum.。，From the markets that hum.
。，Of the sapphire sea-wave on the rock,
Not, though lightnings track your wit。，Given to bones and ogre-broods:
Radiantly facing dawn,。，He eyed her, as one who drinks,
Broke tempest with that stern roar。，She breathed as if breath had failed,
For the coming of wrathful rain:。，Out of sight, smooth as waterdrops, all,
，Are they parted, then expect。，Is no force in Westermain.