The literary female bosom; reft
Away its veil of coy reserve with "Zounds!
I love thee, Breton Beauty! All 's no use!
Body and soul I love,—the big word 's loose!"
CXIV
He 's greatest now and to de-struc-ti-on
Nearest. Attend the solemn word I quote,
O Paul! There 's no pause at per-fec-ti-on.
Thus knolls thy knell the Doctor's bronzèd throat!
Greatness a period hath, no sta-ti-on!