human
Poor _may_ we call them in their native lords.
gpt
They bid us _go_ to the English dancing-schools.
human
And for achievement offer us his ransom.
gpt
Which they trick up with new-tuned oaths.
human
The Dolphin longs for _the_ morning.
gpt
Thawing cold fear. Then, mean and gentle all.
human
Subject _un_to the breath of every fool.
gpt
What is thy soul of adoration?
human
The sense of reckoning of the opposed numbers. Pluck their hearts from them not to-day, O Lord! Oh, not to-day!--Think not upon the fault,