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Fennel. ... Strength. 
Oh, fear not in a world like this, 
And thou shalt know ere long, 
Know how sublime a thing it is, 
To suffer and grow strong. 
Longfellow . 
As the slow beast with heavy stren^ih indued 
In some wide field by troops of boys pursued, 
Though round his sides a wooden tempest rain, 
Crops the tall harvest, and lays waste the plain; 
Thick on his hide the hollow blows resound, 
The patient animal maintains his ground, 
Scarce from the field with all their efforts chased, 
And stirs but slowly when he stirs at last. 
On Ajax thus a weight of Trojans hung, 
The strokes redoubled on his buckler rung; 
Confiding now in bulky strength he stands, 
Now turns, and backward bears the yielding bands: 
Now stiff recedes, yet hardly seems to fly, 
And threats his followers with retorted eye. 
Fixed as the bar between two warring powers, 
While hissing darts descend in iron showers: 
In his broad buckler many a weapon stood, 
Its surface bristled with a quivering wood ; 
And many a javelin, guiltless, on the plain 
Marks the dry dust, and thirsts for blood in vain. 
Pope. 
