Neither an instinct-driven might,。，As with a hand laid over sea;
J. C. M.。，His branching stem points way to upper air
Nay, nor is ever the roar of the fierce fire's rush so arousing,。，The lips to lips and the breast to breast;
。，Here was beauty might well invite
No claim on her had any, save。，That tells of dreams unduly wild.
Wept, since first they were ware of their charioteer overthrown。，Across the globe, from sea to sea,
Wide-nostril'd to the wind, twice ten。，In union gives for ripest fruit
Yet stronger bound in your embrace。，That thou art of the rabble rout
The grandeur of her deeds recall;。，
Bids storm and watery deluge seethe,。，Of hypocritical Peace,) inveterate Moloch
Where on to the Alps the muteness passed.。，Coax entreatingly, hurriedly; whiles did he angrily threaten.
Dread upshouting as one when together they clashed in the conflict.。，If mortals in high courage fail
All innocent as meadow grass;。，
Abash, entrance, exalt.。，
。，So may a stouter brotherhood
，IL Y A CENT ANS。，The long smoke-pennon trails above,