wield

He almost deemed his longing must

Find force to wield that multitude

And hurl that strength the way he would.

And sing of bloody Mars, of wars, of giusts;

Turn thee to those that wield the awful crown,

To doubted knights, whose woundless armour rusts,

And wield the mighty sword: Lives not a man Lee ee ae

Could see the small stars tremble

As the heart beneath did wield

Systole, diastole.

On the ship-rails he could stand,

Wield his sword with either hand,

And at once two javelins throw;

These are the gauntlets

Wherewith I wield it,

And hurl it afar off;

Sometimes as prince of thy harmonious band

Thou wield'st thy papers in thy threshing hand.

St. Andre's feet ne'er kept more equal time,

As after Numa's peaceful reign,

The martial Ancus[59] did the sceptre wield,

Furbished the rusty sword again,