Which sometimes show their poisonous heads unbid--

If haply such the lovely Hebrew finds,
Self knowledge wept th' abasing truth to know,
And _innate pride,_ that _queen of noble minds,_
Crushed them indignant ere a bud could grow.


IV.

And such--ev'n now, in earliest youth are seen--
But would they live, with armour more deform,
Their love--o'erflowing breasts must learn to screen:
"The bird that sweetest sings can least endure the storm."


V.

And yet, despite of all the gushing tear--
The melting tone--the darting heart-stream--proved,
The soul that in them spoke, could spurn at fear
Of death or danger; and had those she loved

Required it at their need, she could have stood,
Unmoved, as some fair-sculptured statue, while
The dome that guards it, earth's convulsions, rude
Are shivering--meeting ruin with a smile.


VI.