Then his band / May be disordered and transformed from lace / To cutwork; his rich clothes be discomplexioned / With blood, beside the infashionable slashes.

A former Chili Queen could even nab a job working on the line at the Gebhardt packing plant, making canned chilies and tamales. Less glamorous than being a Chili Queen, perhaps—but the work was reliable and profitable.

How would these men have shouted at the laying on of the last stone of the battlements

The barren Heath, and the Sun-burnt craggy Soil appear with all those Softenings to the Eye, which Distance throws upon a Landscape;