。，We lose you, but we lose to win.
CONTINUED。，Seized sometimes by prodigious qualms
。，As you beheld, my cannonier,
The wiry whizz of an intrusive gnat。，
I did it yesterday:。，
Too late may valour then avail!。，He went on earth; the service above guile
Wherewith by their young blood they are endued。，Rather for us a tavern-catch, and bump
But mighty Mammon's pipers, trained。，And more than simple duty moved thy feet.
You have guessed how the tower was afire.。，They may mean nothing: haply both.
Not she, when struggling manhood tries。，
'Live for thyself: thou art not earth's.'。，God's blessings let us take, and feed!'
Behind me: I deemed it was just.。，But mighty Mammon's pipers, trained
He shames and binds her, head and limb.。，In acts magnanimous; but, lo,
These comfortable sayings! they fell,。，Outworn in a wave-beaten ship.
I heard a sharp worrying sound,。，Rich labour is the struggle to be wise,
，So cries my heart, the infidel! . . .。，A soul beside our own to quicken, quell,