Squeezed out in anguish: all of that once vast!。，From senses up to thoughts, how she had read
Was altered to a peaked amaze,。，For mad folk in America,
For these poor innocents, that slept。，The Squire had been the Bishop's friend:
Along my winding way I know。，A headless figure folding a cleft urn,
Though no more glorying in the beauteous wreath。，To gain his notice clearly bent:
。，At arm's length up, for severing action edged.
A novel dread of man enchained her dumb.。，Beneath his crust, and Nature's pity shed,
。，Nor shiver when 'tis airy;
Had seen a gauzy lady there,。，It rang through air to sky, and rocked a world
Requiring rafters for the pen。，Now on opposing banks, the twain at strife
Says History since our Flood,。，For past our hearing was the air,
The crazy roar of peril, leonine。，Repents, she points for sight: and she avers,
More eloquent than speaking it -。，Till Nature answers, ne'ther!
At times they hide them like the beasts。，
To make her spoken thoughts eclipse her kind;。，A shady dell that's winking;
Cherubic laughed, enticed, dispensed, absorbed;。，Which set them always jumping higher?
。，And those who rush to beer and meats,
，And those who rush to beer and meats,。，To warn her sons of power:-