Occasionally coughers cast。，The knowledge in division, plight a troth
The trailing chapters she must write,。，They taught by leaps where perils lurk,
The marvel of that cradled infant mind.。，And bobbing up they caught the glance
。，How for one short Sultanic reign,
However we may seek to bless:。，They treated them as whipping-tops,
But muteness whipped her skin. She could have said,。，Mistook for light of morn the light which sank.
Hard likeness to the toilful apes of youth。，Beyond our speaking what it bare,
His tin-kettle chance of lasting!。，
And said for sure they led the way,。，Than those rich mother-notes for them breathed round.
With execration of her daughters' lures.。，Is shifty as a huckster's opening deal
Where stamped religion and reflective pace。，Visioned to hold corrected and abashed
THE SAGE ENAMOURED AND THE HONEST LADY。，He'll prove your over-reacher.
Their souls behowl the plain.。，(Whom the so rosy ferryman invites
Unknown to Passion, generous for prey:。，From nakedness in trusted hands: she had
It was, she set to him for mark.。，Truth speaks, and takes the spots of the confessed,
Their conflict, comes the peace between the pair,。，Bleed in the crippled relic that abides.
You live in rows of snug abodes,。，XVI
，For past our hearing was the air,。，While I perhaps am fasting;