。，At fettered wrists and violated laws
On Doubt; for pastime swallows miracles;。，Joy of her as she sprang from mould
In beating wing, the future I would paint.。，Cannon his voice, he came.
Poured streams of Europe's veins the flood。，Beneath a hoar-frost's brilliant crust,
A deeper breath did Freedom draw.。，Blossom and fruit of fresh Hesperides,
Earth's crystal spring to sky: Earth's warrior Best。，the log;
。，If but our vital lamp illume us to endure!)
She of the Bacchic foot; the challenger to the fray,。，The blooded frame a powerful draught uplifts
(O ripeness of the time! O Retribution sure,。，Her toilful heroes homeward poured,
Earth's chosen, crowned, unchallengeable upstart:。，
Muffling his own for a fate-charged blow very Gods may admire.。，Hail it their hero's wood of lustrous laurel-trees,
More strongly the divine in him than when。，Soaring at each faint gleam o'er her abyss.
。，That she had been in travail of a Man.
Dishonour passed; the dalliance,。，Few would be fed, not far his course prolong,
What strength her weakness covered; what abased。，Glory suffused the accordant, quelled,
。，- But not Philosophy!
With Earth and heard till it became her own。，Yesterday's clarion cock scudded hen of the invalid comb;
，Inebriate of his inevitable device,。，In part to curse, in part to pray,