To burn from Self to Spirit through the lash,。，Graceless they are when gone to frivolousness,
LUCIFER IN STARLIGHT。，
Perched up a desolate tower,。，CONTINUED
I hear, I have her heavenliness to fold。，That figure on a flat; the way of worms.
The strong have my cajoleries:。，And would I bid you stay? Not I!
Where men continually dare take。，You scratched an insect-slaughtering thunder-clap
This threat of War, that shows a land brain-sick.。，
What of the sneer, the jeer, the voice austere,。，An English heart, my commandant,
。，To shed the words which are ripe fruit of sun.
。，That Garden of sedate Philosophy
。，Thy frame is as a dusty mantle hung,
To roll ingurgitation till he slept,。，Mechanically screwed to flail
THE WORLD'S ADVANCE。，
。，At night when he has quitted the inn-sign:
，Ungrateful creatures crave a part -。，