I remember hearing a parson say。，I dropped on the adorer's knee;
And just for joy to see old England wink。，
He says I'm no use! but I won't reply.。，Changed to an Opera dancer.
- 'Take it,' says she, 'it's all I've got':。，XXIV
His blood is on his breast, and the moss-roots at his hair;。，This form, or that form, -
But if I go and say to my old hen:。，Was firm on British shoulders,
God made a man!。，Returning home from transportation.
With knolls of pine, ran white;。，XXV
I see a day when every pot will boil。，
As if he thought to pass from black to white,。，Warriors of the Golden Torque
Down a big wave that sparked and swelled.。，V
And madden whom they may:。，The glacier-green Rosanna sings
So, over the hills we'll bound, old hound,。，
Down the awful aisles, by the fretted walls,。，We've had a stirring life, old woman!
The Government may be hungry pike,。，
，Wedlock's the candle! Now, that's my creed.。，A warmer welcome I might chance to meet: