The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, المجلدات 3-4Houghton, Mifflin, 1855 |
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... offered at her altar With blood and groans , salt - cake , and fat , and inwards , Ever propitiate her reluctant will When taxes are withheld ? Ugh ! ugh ! ugh SWINE . SWELLFOOT . What ! ye who grub With filthy snouts 6 EDIPUS TYRANNUS ;
... offered at her altar With blood and groans , salt - cake , and fat , and inwards , Ever propitiate her reluctant will When taxes are withheld ? Ugh ! ugh ! ugh SWINE . SWELLFOOT . What ! ye who grub With filthy snouts 6 EDIPUS TYRANNUS ;
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... blood , or make brawn out of our gristles , In policy - ask else your royal Solons- You ought to give us hog - wash and clean straw , And sties well thatched besides , it is the law ! • SWELLFOOT . This is sedition , and rank blasphemy ...
... blood , or make brawn out of our gristles , In policy - ask else your royal Solons- You ought to give us hog - wash and clean straw , And sties well thatched besides , it is the law ! • SWELLFOOT . This is sedition , and rank blasphemy ...
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... blood , with lubricous round rings , Capaciously expatiative , which make His little body like a red balloon , As full of blood as that of hydrogen , Sucked from men's hearts ; insatiably he sucks And clings and pulls - a horse - leech ...
... blood , with lubricous round rings , Capaciously expatiative , which make His little body like a red balloon , As full of blood as that of hydrogen , Sucked from men's hearts ; insatiably he sucks And clings and pulls - a horse - leech ...
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... her close to you , under the moon . Night and day , hum , hum , ha ! I have hummed her and drummed her From place to place , till at last I have dumbed her Hum , hum , hum ! LEECII . I will suck Blood or muck ! The 18 EDIPUS TYRANNUS ;
... her close to you , under the moon . Night and day , hum , hum , ha ! I have hummed her and drummed her From place to place , till at last I have dumbed her Hum , hum , hum ! LEECII . I will suck Blood or muck ! The 18 EDIPUS TYRANNUS ;
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Percy Bysshe Shelley Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley. LEECII . I will suck Blood or muck ! The disease of the state is a plethory , Who so fit to reduce it as I ? RAT . I'll slily seize and Let blood from her weasand , — Creeping through ...
Percy Bysshe Shelley Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley. LEECII . I will suck Blood or muck ! The disease of the state is a plethory , Who so fit to reduce it as I ? RAT . I'll slily seize and Let blood from her weasand , — Creeping through ...
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Anarchs ANTISTROPHE Apennine art thou azure beams beautiful beneath blood bosom bowers brain breast breath bright burning calm cave cavern chidden child CHORUS clouds cold CYCLOPS CYPRIAN DÆMON dark dead dear death deep delight divine dream earth eternal eyes faint fair fear fire flame flame transformed fled fleeting river flowers folded palm gentle golden grave gray green grew grief hair heart heaven hope Iona isle kiss lady leaves light lips living MAMMON mighty moon mortal mountains murmuring never night nursling o'er ocean odour pale Peter Bell Pisa poem PURGANAX rain round scorn SEMICHORUS Serchio shadow Shelley silent SILENUS sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit splendour stars stream sweet SWELLFOOT swift tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought ULYSSES veil voice wake wandering waves weep Whilst wild wind wind-flowers wings woods
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الصفحة 278 - WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With...
الصفحة 227 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
الصفحة 326 - The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven, In the broad daylight, Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight.
الصفحة 280 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is; What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
الصفحة 322 - The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. I sift the snow on the mountains below, And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white, While I sleep in the arms of the blast.
الصفحة 99 - And gray walls moulder round, on which dull Time Feeds, like slow fire upon a hoary brand ; And one keen pyramid with wedge sublime, Pavilioning the dust of him who planned This refuge for his memory, doth stand Like flame transformed to marble ; and beneath, A field is spread, on which a newer band Have pitched in Heaven's smile their camp of death Welcoming him we lose with scarce extinguished breath.
الصفحة 279 - If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable!
الصفحة 327 - What thou art, we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
الصفحة 198 - I see the Deep's untrampled floor With green and purple seaweeds strown ; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown : I sit upon the sands alone, — The lightning of the noontide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion. in Alas! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor calm around...
الصفحة 279 - The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss, and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them! — Thou For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below 46 The sea-blooms, and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean, know Thy voice, and suddenly...