。，"Tis hardly worth the money, you agree?'
。，I feel the truth; so let the world surmise.
In multitudinous chatterings, as the flood。，I've seen her sons strung up b' the rope.
O have a care of natures that are mute!。，Gave the shake, and wish'd him luck.
Helios, bright above all mists!。，I see those dangling ghosts, -
Must kiss her. 'Well performed!' I said: then she:。，That she does penance now for no offence,
I catch: she faltering, as she half resists,。，Its skeleton shadow on the broad-backed wave!
。，Oh, Raphael! when men the Fiend do fight,
Eyeing phantoms of the Past,。，How rare from their own instinct 'tis to feel!
Loud rang our laughter, and the shout。，That sings her song, half waking, half in dream.
Slanting to her lips, arise,。，A fig for scenery! what scene
Still the Future strikes her face.。，The scientific animals are they. -
Young gentlemen: I'll join.。，Fates and fierce Eumenides.
To beauty, Common Sense. To see her lie。，Crowding quick the plains of Troy:
On my darling's bosom。，Her long white fingers down the shadowy brook,
Think! Think!--four days from those frontiers,。，I'll hand the crags and woods
，And there's my waiting-wench,。，Tall Margaret wept bitterly: