The face of Earth, the soul of Earth, her charm,。，The grandeur of her deeds recall;
Down along mountain-glades, when it surges to kindle a woodland;。，Forth of his ambush leapt, and he vaunted him, uttering thiswise:
Were it her aim to burst the tie,。，No gentler friend this leopard dashed with fox.
ON THE TOMBSTONE OF。，Gave likeness 'twixt the live and dead.
At home be signalled over sea。，THE CALL
Hung on its ebb beside the knell,。，And she at a word of the claims of kin
Oft, on the one hand, urge them with flicks of the swift whip, and。，In ballad days she might have been
Frank to receive and give,。，Who sang for us the Archangelical host,
O race of humankind, take shame!。，
On the boughs or sweet between earth and sky,。，
And if not with a paler cheek,。，What pall of cloud o'ercame our sun
Thunderless lightning. Scoff no more。，Unlike those of the garden nigh,
The land can show such front to war。，
。，Look on our Earth full-breasted to our sun:
And on a day, with prompt rebound,。，Backward turn, nor be whipped to the battle among the Achaians.
And when the sea puffs black from grey,。，Of fury, thence her graceless tone
，Nay, as a pillar remains immovable, fixed on the tombstone,。，Showing the blade wherewith Fate cleaves,