Of babble he abhorred.。，
。，To teach philosophers the thirst of thieves:
We have thirsted long; this apple suits our drouth:。，
Or dated leaf.。，And rolled athwart dwarf furzes grey-blue smoke.
THE TWO MASKS。，On Louis and his fair young bride
XXXIII。，And a late waking to perceive the truth,
When day falls shrouding her supreme adieu,。，Through terror, through distrust;
Himself, himself doth from extinction clutch,。，
This miracle which saves。，
From either ridge unequally),。，May clasp amid the glooms a springing beam,
。，His smacking lips for salt.
That you should have dominion o'er the springs。，She drinking his warm sweat will soothe his need,
And do Right Reason's ordinance obey,。，
，For men, and dream of what win we.。，