human
See him stand Buttressed upon his mattock, Hildebrand Of the huge brain-mask welded ply o'er ply As in a forge; ... teeth clenched, The neck tight-corded too, the chin deep-trenched, As if a cloud enveloped him while fought Under its shade, grim prizers, thought with thought At deadlock.
gpt
with his glee; and his scorn must not merely be uttered, but _written_ with his crutch
human
This idea is resumed yet more dramatically in the image of the palsied oak, cleft like
gpt
Later on, thrusting his spear into the gloom, he fancies it