For his fierce bugler horning onset, whom。，Be mannerly, measured; refrain
Forbidding the passions contend.。，For that she could not, save in fury, hear
On the topmost Orient peak。，He had but to follow his bent.
And for him did the hundreds toil。，For that large light we have laboured and tramped
Where the prime motive gapes a lurid jaw,。，Whose thunder is the brass of how he blazed
She of the earthly rose in the sea-pearl,。，Thinner than either; a thread
。，He is the saver of grain,
Self-worshipped, the foe, in division from all;。，Hand upon heart: relate
He points to the God on the upmost throne:。，Demanding an instant divorce,
To ash at look of eyes.。，Not, after the studied professional trick,
He asks; exhausted names her: she has become。，Led on by a perishing glance,
The sun of their system a father of flies!。，And thy waved torch, more to kindle than light.
Attack one as murderous, knowing thy cause。，Love to have known,
Not viler, you hear him protest:。，And thy waved torch, more to kindle than light.
Expunge it: extinguishing counts poor gain.。，For monarch in great-grin pantomime?
The book of thy wisdom, proved。，The yelp of chase down alleys green,
Carnivorous, cannibal; length-long exhumed,。，In the stride of his forts through the tangle and dark.
，Of the fall'n plight of the great Gods on earth?。，By laws yet barbarous) own.