Turns on his back and prepares to die,。，And heard her echoed footfall chime
A se'nnight--to my Nancy's bed。，
The deep-throed quaking shape that drooped。，As for the foremost foe to wait.
Human hearts to me shall be。，And feel the phantom with my feet,
And--'Let her go; she shows her game,。，Shot out its swarthy tongue of fire;
。，Meantime, and sought the loftiest place
And sows sweet sympathies for human kind.。，That beautifies its Paradise!
。，Advancing by the river side,
To counsel; her wild hair let brush。，To her no more the bastioned fort
Where our brothers fought and bled,。，While Fame is crowning happy brows
THE DOE: A FRAGMENT (From 'WANDERING WILLIE')。，
Came the savage plundering devils。，In the ebb and the flow,
Thro' all his boundaried breadth and length。，And now far distant in the dene,
Fearless of toil or fatigue ever royally wends!。，SONG
。，While Poverty dispenses alms
，As the salt breeze in the sail;。，The boy in the Castle has gained access,