Her forehead clear to her mate, virgin anew,。，And in compute of sin, was hers the appealing sin.
Long ere the rising of this age of ours,。，
Those massed indifferents will learn to quake:。，An outcast else, approves their cause espoused.
In part to curse, in part to pray,。，To the one helping hand above;
This wallower in old slime to noblest heights,。，At edge, a wind in onset: he loved well
Dropped sweat on soil for bread, took arms and tramped;。，Another measure of captivity:
。，They, violators of home, dared hope an inviolate home;
Attendant on the deadlier inner's hiss.。，
Torch on imagination, beams he cast,。，And amorous of the loftiest in her view.
Cathedral gratitude in the pomp of state,。，Beneath a mind in hopeless soaring sick.
All structures built upon a narrow space。，With vivid beams indicative to the quick
With all the body's life to plump the leech,。，O thrice must one be you, to see them shift
。，His ordering fingers point the dial's to time their ranks:
。，Intoxication to her swarm,
It moves: O much for me to say it moves!。，Felt his firm hand to wield the giant's mace;
the log;。，Though alien, though to an upper seat retired,
，The headless with the fearful hands;。，And Rhine and Danube knew her gush of blood