human
And after thee I'll go, Revenging still, and following e'en to th' other world my blow, And, _shoving back this earth on which I sit, I'll mount and scatter all the gods I hit._
gpt
Conquest of Grenada
human
This little loss in our vast body shews So small, that half _have never heard the news; Fame's out of breath e'er she can fly so far To tell 'em all that you have e'er made war_.
gpt
That busy thing, _The soul, is packing up_, and just on wing Like parting swallows when they seek the spring,