Complete Poetical Works, Том 3Houghten, Mifflin, 1892 |
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... blood and groans , salt - cake , and fat , and inwards , Ever propitiate her reluctant will When taxes are withheld ? SWINE Ugh ! ugh ugh ! SWELLFOOT What ! ye who grub With filthy snouts my red potatoes up In Allan's rushy bog ? who ...
... blood and groans , salt - cake , and fat , and inwards , Ever propitiate her reluctant will When taxes are withheld ? SWINE Ugh ! ugh ugh ! SWELLFOOT What ! ye who grub With filthy snouts my red potatoes up In Allan's rushy bog ? who ...
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... blood , or make brawn out of our gris- tles , 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 gris- tles , 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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... Blood or muck ! The disease of the state is a plethory , Who so fit to reduce it as I ? RAT I'll slyly seize and Let blood from her weasand , - Creeping through crevice , and chink , and cranny , With my snaky tail , and my sides so ...
... Blood or muck ! The disease of the state is a plethory , Who so fit to reduce it as I ? RAT I'll slyly seize and Let blood from her weasand , - Creeping through crevice , and chink , and cranny , With my snaky tail , and my sides so ...
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... blood and brains upon the place , Greased with the pounded bacon ; round and round The millstones rolled , ploughing the pavement up , And hurling sucking Pigs into the air , With dust and stones . Enter MAMMON MAMMON I wonder that gray ...
... blood and brains upon the place , Greased with the pounded bacon ; round and round The millstones rolled , ploughing the pavement up , And hurling sucking Pigs into the air , With dust and stones . Enter MAMMON MAMMON I wonder that gray ...
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Стр. 274 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Стр. 236 - Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of heaven and ocean...
Стр. 223 - Yet now despair itself is mild Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Стр. 273 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus Hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Matched- with thine would be all But an empty vaunt, A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want.
Стр. 346 - I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, — The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow?
Стр. 89 - 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 th...
Стр. 222 - Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
Стр. 81 - Alas! that all we loved of him should be, But for our grief, as if it had not been, And grief itself be mortal! Woe is me! Whence are we, and why are we? of what scene The actors or spectators? Great and mean Meet massed in death, who lends what life must borrow. As long as skies are blue and fields are green, Evening must usher night, night urge the morrow, Month follow month with woe, and year wake year to sorrow. xxii He will awake no more, oh, never more! 190 'Wake thou,' cried Misery, 'childless...
Стр. 245 - The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle.
Стр. 270 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher, From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.