The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volume 3John Slark, 1881 |
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Page 268
... swine , have litter spread , And with fitting food are fed ; All things have a home but one : - Thou , O Englishman , hast none ! LII . " This is Slavery ! -Savage men , Or wild beasts within a den , Would endure not as ye do : But such ...
... swine , have litter spread , And with fitting food are fed ; All things have a home but one : - Thou , O Englishman , hast none ! LII . " This is Slavery ! -Savage men , Or wild beasts within a den , Would endure not as ye do : But such ...
Page 277
... Swine . Eigh ! eigh ! eigh ! eigh ! Swellfoot . Ha ! what are ye , Who , crowned with leaves devoted to the Furies , Cling round this sacred shrine ? Swine . Aigh ! aigh ! aigh ! Swellfoot . What ! ye that are The very beasts ACT I. 277 ...
... Swine . Eigh ! eigh ! eigh ! eigh ! Swellfoot . Ha ! what are ye , Who , crowned with leaves devoted to the Furies , Cling round this sacred shrine ? Swine . Aigh ! aigh ! aigh ! Swellfoot . What ! ye that are The very beasts ACT I. 277 ...
Page 278
... SWINE . - SEMICHORUS I. The same , alas ! the same ; Though only now the name Of Pig remains to me . SEMICHORUS II . If ' twere your kingly will Us wretched Swine to kill , What should we yield to thee ? Swellfoot . Why , skin and bones ...
... SWINE . - SEMICHORUS I. The same , alas ! the same ; Though only now the name Of Pig remains to me . SEMICHORUS II . If ' twere your kingly will Us wretched Swine to kill , What should we yield to thee ? Swellfoot . Why , skin and bones ...
Page 279
... Swine were they than we , Drowned in the Gadarean Sea ! - I wish that Pity would drive out the devils Which in your royal bosom hold their revels , And sink us in the waves of your compassion . Alas ! the Pigs are an unhappy nation ...
... Swine were they than we , Drowned in the Gadarean Sea ! - I wish that Pity would drive out the devils Which in your royal bosom hold their revels , And sink us in the waves of your compassion . Alas ! the Pigs are an unhappy nation ...
Page 280
... Swine . Enter MAMMON , the Arch - Priest ; and PYRGANAX , Chief of the Council of Wizards . Pyrganax . The future looks as black as death ; a cloud , Dark as the frown of Hell , hangs over it . The troops grow mutinous - the revenue ...
... Swine . Enter MAMMON , the Arch - Priest ; and PYRGANAX , Chief of the Council of Wizards . Pyrganax . The future looks as black as death ; a cloud , Dark as the frown of Hell , hangs over it . The troops grow mutinous - the revenue ...
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Page 383 - He is made one with Nature : there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird ; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own ; Which wields the world with never wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Page 383 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
Page 383 - tis Death is dead, not he; Mourn not for Adonais, — Thou young Dawn Turn all thy dew to splendour, for from thee The spirit thou lamentest is not gone; Ye caverns and ye forests, cease to moan!
Page 111 - Through the clouds ere they divide them; And this atmosphere divinest Shrouds thee wheresoe'er thou shinest. Fair are others; none beholds thee, <• But thy voice sounds low and tender Like the fairest, for it folds thee From the sight, that liquid splendour, And all feel, yet see thee never, As I feel now, lost for ever!
Page 386 - 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.
Page 383 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing the unwilling dross that checks its flight To its own likeness, as each mass may bear; And bursting in its beauty and its might From trees and beasts and men into the Heaven's light.
Page 369 - Our breath shall intermix, our bosoms bound, And our veins beat together ; and our lips, With other eloquence than words, eclipse The soul that burns between them, and the wells Which boil under our being's inmost cells, The fountains of our deepest life shall be Confused in passion's golden purity, As mountain-springs under the morning Sun. We shall become the same, we shall be one Spirit within two frames, oh I wherefore two?
Page 306 - By heaven, methinks it were an easy leap, To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the deep, Where fathom-line could never touch the ground, And pluck up drowned honour by the locks...
Page 384 - Yet faded from him ; Sidney, as he fought, And as he fell, and as he lived and loved, Sublimely mild, a spirit without spot, Arose ; and Lucan, by his death approved ; — Oblivion as they rose shrank like a thing reproved.