Where armies of assailant vapours thronged,。，To weave his tense betraying spell?
To strew the profitless deeps and rot beneath,。，VIII
And she can take into her heart the worst。，Spout, with our Earth's unbaffled resurgent desire for the mount,
The Reaper's field; a sensitive in nerves.。，Paws at our old-world task to scoop a defensive lair;
Possession; free of rivals, not their foe.。，III
From many streams now urging to a flood,。，So found this Tyrant sanction and repose;
The statesman steered the despot to large tasks;。，Behind the black obliterating cyclone.
The quiet day to round the hours for bed;。，The Mother of the many Laughters might
And of their death her life is: of their blood。，
The Critic, last of vital in the proud。，Even when it brings close surety that aright
To scan what wormy wrinkles hint。，Mother of Reason! can she cheat the Fates?
Titanic of all Titan tragedies! -。，
Through that smoked glass her last privation brought。，While learning; would not relax his grasp on aught
The century's flower; and off its pinnacled throne,。，Plagues of the revel: they were Deluge rain,
Unmatched the copious multitudes; unknown。，
，Slip loose thy garments woven of pride and shame:。，Of honest heart, beyond all miracles;