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... things , but his satiric and destructive verse is largely directed against the abuses of English society . In the ... thing , must fall , Kings , conquerors , and markets most of all . And must ye fall with every ear of grain ? Why would ...
... things , but his satiric and destructive verse is largely directed against the abuses of English society . In the ... thing , must fall , Kings , conquerors , and markets most of all . And must ye fall with every ear of grain ? Why would ...
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... things , even in this world , better than either . " Or again , when in 1821 he writes : " There must be an universal republic , —and there ought to be . " Or his enthusiasm for the liberation of Italy : " It is no great matter ...
... things , even in this world , better than either . " Or again , when in 1821 he writes : " There must be an universal republic , —and there ought to be . " Or his enthusiasm for the liberation of Italy : " It is no great matter ...
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... thing like life , that they probably would prefer damnation to quiet . Besides , they think themselves so important in the crea- tion , that nothing less can satisfy their pride — the insects ! " Later his opinions on this subject were ...
... thing like life , that they probably would prefer damnation to quiet . Besides , they think themselves so important in the crea- tion , that nothing less can satisfy their pride — the insects ! " Later his opinions on this subject were ...
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... things ; And , gather'd under his almighty wings , Abolish hell ! And to the expiated Earth Restore the beauty of her birth , Her Eden in an endless paradise , Where man no more can fall as once he fell , And even the very demons shall ...
... things ; And , gather'd under his almighty wings , Abolish hell ! And to the expiated Earth Restore the beauty of her birth , Her Eden in an endless paradise , Where man no more can fall as once he fell , And even the very demons shall ...
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... Things light or lovely in their acted time , But now to stern reflection each a crime ; The withering sense of evil unreveal'd , Not cankering less because the more conceal'd— All , in a word , from which all eyes must start , That ...
... Things light or lovely in their acted time , But now to stern reflection each a crime ; The withering sense of evil unreveal'd , Not cankering less because the more conceal'd— All , in a word , from which all eyes must start , That ...
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Sida 153 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Sida 153 - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests: in all time, Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm. Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; — boundless, endless, and sublime; The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible: even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Sida 303 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone! The fire that on my bosom preys Is lone as some volcanic isle; No torch is kindled at its blaze — A funeral pile. The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of love, I cannot share, But wear the chain.
Sida 128 - There is the moral of all human tales; 'Tis but the same rehearsal of the past, First Freedom, and then Glory — when that fails, Wealth, vice, corruption, — barbarism at last. And History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page...
Sida 263 - The isles of Greece ! the isles of Greece ! "Where burning Sappho loved and sung, — Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung ! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse ; Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires'
Sida 264 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Sida 246 - Louder than the loud ocean, like a crash Of echoing thunder; and then all was hush'd, Save the wild wind and the remorseless dash Of billows; but at intervals there gush'd, Accompanied with a convulsive splash, A solitary shriek, the bubbling cry Of some strong swimmer in his agony.
Sida 296 - She walks in beauty like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes ; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Sida 266 - But words are things ; and a small drop of ink, Falling, like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think...
Sida 291 - These scenes, their story not unknown, Arise, and make again your own; Snatch from the ashes of your sires The embers of their former fires; And he who in the strife expires Will add to theirs a name of fear That Tyranny shall quake to hear...