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Breaks up my feet, |
And I tip -- drunken. |
Let no pebble smile, |
'T was the new liquor, -- |
That was all! |
Power is only pain, |
Stranded, through discipline, |
Till weights will hang. |
Give balm to giants, |
And they 'll wilt, like men. |
Give Himmaleh, -- |
They 'll carry him! |
X. |
ESCAPE. |
I never hear the word "escape" |
Without a quicker blood, |
A sudden expectation, |
A flying attitude. |
I never hear of prisons broad |
By soldiers battered down, |
But I tug childish at my bars, -- |
Only to fail again! |