The Masque of Anarchy: To which is Added, Queen Liberty; Song--to the Men of EnglandJ. Watson, 1842 - 24 páginas |
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The Masque of Anarchy; to Which Is Added Queen Liberty; Song - to the Men of ... Percy Bysshe Shelley Sin vista previa disponible - 2012 |
Términos y frases comunes
Annual Parliaments aristocrat Art thou blood blush Bowed brow chains to earth CITY ROAD cost ten millions cottage dignity earth like dew England English feel fervent FINSBURY folded arms Fraud friends of Reform ghastly glory God save gold habitual hair are shaken hand happy Hope horses justice King Labadie Collection laws light of sunny lions after slumber Lord maiden most serene MASQUE OF ANARCHY measure MEN OF ENGLAND mighty moral Murder nation night's loose hair O'er pale pamphlet PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY plough produce prostrate multitude Looked QUEEN LIBERTY recommends rest rich robe rode save our Queen save the Queen sentiment Shake your chains Shelley's Slavery sleep had fall'n spirit stanza stars from night's sunny rain swords sympathy thee Thine things Thou art thought tion toil trampling tyrants unvanquishable NUMBER upborne on wings vulgarity weak wealth weave Wherefore wind wings whose grain
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Página 11 - I met Murder on the way — He had a mask like Castlereagh — Very smooth he looked, yet grim ; Seven blood-hounds followed him : All were fat; and well they might Be in admirable plight, For one by one, and two by two, He tossed them human hearts to chew Which from his wide cloak he drew.
Página 10 - Yet nothing can less consist with reason, or afford smaller hopes of any beneficial issue, than the plan which should abolish the regal and the aristocratical branches of our constitution, before the public mind, through many gradations of improvement, shall have arrived at the maturity which can disregard these symbols of its childhood.
Página 12 - And he wore a kingly crown, And in his grasp a sceptre shone ; On his brow this mark I saw —
Página 24 - MEN of England, wherefore plough For the lords who lay ye low ? Wherefore weave with toil and care, The rich robes your tyrants wear...
Página 20 - Be your strong and simple words Keen to wound as sharpened swords, And wide as targes let them be, With their shade to cover ye.
Página 18 - Thou art clothes, and fire, and food For the trampled multitude — No — in countries that are free Such starvation cannot be As in England now we see.
Página 24 - The seed ye sow. another reaps; The wealth ye find, another keeps; The robes ye weave, another wears; The arms ye forge, another bears.
Página 22 - Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number, Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you Ye are many - they are few.
Página 16 - Tis to work and have such pay As just keeps life from day to day In your limbs, as in a cell For the tyrants
Página 24 - Have ye leisure, comfort, calm, Shelter, food, love's gentle balm ? Or what is it ye buy so dear With your pain and with your fear...