Showing its practical value and weight,。，For witness, what blinkers are they who look
Devout for pasture on his prey,。，Neither God of the winds nor his bellowsy squires.
Which do the dark thing to destroy,。，To drop his venomous: the Dame of dames,
Away over heaven the young heart flew,。，Forbidding the passions contend.
Off to their Phrygia, shriek and gong,。，Corroborate I, O Samian Sage!
Is promise of her secret face。，These are thy game wherever men engage:
The wayside wandering bone!。，Where the savage still primitive learns of a debt
Not viler, you hear him protest:。，For the crushing of enemies not of great size:
Our surest gift: the sacred chain。，Thinner than either; a thread
Food for us, food, such as first。，As a Tentative, combating Peace,
The generously ludicrous。，He wanders day and night:
A sharp corrective utterance flick。，The vision of beauty was flecked.
See now the heart dwindle, the frame distend;。，Her flower-like look under fearful brows.
Carnivorous, cannibal; length-long exhumed,。，Fathers embracing no cloud,
。，She sang low the song of her promise delayed;
Send progeny streaming, have earth for their own,。，For the general use, by the devils befouled.
To carrion turning what flesh he touched.。，
，。，May it know how the mind in expansion revolts