。，He would have burst the chrysalis of the blind:
。，But come in the red struggle of our growth.
My country is a willing bride,。，Shall not abandon, though we see not how,
- Sweet ladies, you with beauty, you with wit;。，Veils like a gorsebush in a web of blight,
- Who purifies the victim of the lure?。，Unto your sex to shun it as the grave,
。，On her great venture, Man,
I。，As he to darkness rode.
Delusion, think of what thereby was won。，XXXVI
XVI。，Count Louis was for horse and arms;
And sobbing at his feet Queen Beauty knelt.。，Lady, and like a rain to pierce the roof
。，Fret earth with panther claws
And laughing with her feet and eyes among。，Appealing to the fount of tears: that they
。，- So push you out of harbour in small craft,
That is the sum of what seek we.。，And met its rival tenants, rays and rains.
XVI。，And stopped, and strode again.
，。，Threw high aloft a golden bough,