And how stands she, artillerist,。，
XL。，In history the bloody dye,
On men and guns would you lay stress,。，The Shannon retriever dates thence.
Where men continually dare take。，That change in thee, if not thyself, I claim.
。，By many tempests may be stained and rent:
TO CARDINAL MANNING。，
Thou art for this our life an ancient egg,。，A sturdy and a briny, once men knew.
Little Bruno, our long-ear pup,。，For not since man in his first view of thee
What barrenly they yearn for seemed distilled。，The vile cross of this brute: nevermore
That change in thee, if not thyself, I claim.。，
With shudders chill as aconite,。，
And Beauty where she walked blood-shot the dews.。，Where Chlum drove deep in smoky jets.
Alas, alas! And nations are。，III
At birth to know if it must bear。，To drums whose loudness is their emptiness.
，What medicine for disease had he?。，