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Annual Parliaments aristocrat Art thou birth blood blush Bowed brow chains to earth cost ten millions cottage death dignity earth like dew England English extract feel fervent folded arms forge Fraud friends of Reform gentlemanly glory gold grave habitual hand happy Hope horses impostor justice King laws Liberty light of sunny lions after slumber look Looked—and Lord LXXV maiden most serene MASQUE OF ANARCHY measure mighty Misery moral multitude Murder nation night's loose hair O'er pale pamphlet PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY plough Poem produce recommends rest rich robe rode save our Queen save the Queen Scottish sentiment Shake your chains Shelley's Slavery solemnity spirit stanza stars from night's sunny rain swift swords sympathy tare thee Thine things Thou art thought tion toil trampling tyrants unvanquishable number upborne on wings vulgarity weak wealth weave Wherefore wind wings whose grain
24 ページ - Men of England, wherefore plough For the lords who lay ye low? Wherefore weave with toil and care The rich robes your tyrants wear?
24 ページ - The seed ye sow, another reaps; The wealth ye find, another keeps; The robes ye weave, another wears; The arms ye forge, another bears.
5 ページ - We were sitting with our knees to the fire, to which we had been getting nearer and nearer, in the comfort of finding ourselves together. The pleasure of seeing him was my only feeling at the moment ; and the air of domesticity about us was so complete, that I thought he was going to speak of some family matter, either his or my own, when he asked me, at the close of an intensity of pause, what was " the amount of the National Debt.
16 ページ - 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
11 ページ - 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.
12 ページ - And he wore a kingly crown, And in his grasp a sceptre shone ; On his brow this mark I saw —
18 ページ - 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.
24 ページ - Shrink to your cellars, holes, and cells ; In halls ye deck, another dwells. Why shake the chains ye wrought ? Ye see The steel ye tempered glance on ye. With plough and spade, and hoe and loom, Trace your grave, and build your tomb, And weave your winding-sheet, till fair England be your sepulchre.