Love was to him with anguish fast enlaced,。，
The bloody settlement of their disputes。，TIME AND SENTIMENT
。，Good speed to them! My place is here or there;
Were the long drawing of an equal breath。，Of gentlemen the happy nursery.
And now upon his western wing he leaned,。，Graceless they are when gone to frivolousness,
Such grace as hers, should the strange Fates withhold。，And, as a garment, put on rage,
The deader body Nature could proclaim.。，For the old country first will care.
The straining red woods blown awry,。，At city-windows, touching eyelids bleared;
At birth to know if it must bear。，Is shorn, and rubs with follies and with lies.
Shall sever kindred sending forth。，Honoured the sons of Earth shall hold thee high:
The moon of cloud discoloured was his Muse,。，Mechanically screwed to flail
I love him; but his mountain prose -。，
Obeisant in Mammon's walk,。，Where conscience shows the eyeing of an ox
Solves in the Spirit, wrought of her through strife。，On instruments as like as drum to drum.
，Healthful for Wisdom's head, her heart, her aims.。，The dog dragged his legs, pained to stir,