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Title: The complete works of Percy Bysshe Shelley ...
Year: 1904 (1900s)
Authors: Shelley, Percy Bysshe, 1792-1822 Dole, Nathan Haskell, 1852-1935
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Publisher: London and Boston Virtue & company
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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ed, — and the glare struck the sun pale, —By our consuming transports: the fierce lightMade all the shadows of our sails blood-red.And every countenance blank. Some ships lay feedingThe ravening fire, even to the waters level;Some were blown up; some, settling heavily,Sunk ; and the shrieks of our companions diedUpon the wind, that bore us fast and far.Even after they were dead. Nine thousand perished !We met the vultures legioned in the airStemming the torrent of the tainted wind;They, screaming from their cloudy mountain peaks, 142 *^^ He/las. Enter Messenger : The Muscovite Ambassador has left the city. He ■ cross glimmered behind, iAmong, around us; and th.\Dried with its beams the st Moslem i every cou le sh lay feedingThe ravening fire, even to the waters level;Some were blown up; some, settling heavily,Sunk ; and the shrieks of our companions diedUpon the wind, that bore us faEven after they were dtperished !*■ the vultunthe torrtiing fron, 142 11 t.t*iii ^^/^M^ ^i I iS
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Hell as Stooped through the sulphurous battle-smoke and perchedEach on the weltering carcase that we loved,Like its ill angel or its damned soulRiding upon the bosom of the sea.We saw the dogfish hastening to their feast.Joy waked the voiceless people of the sea,And ravening famine left his ocean caveTo dwell with War, with us, and with Despair.We met night three hours to the west of Patmos,And with night, tempest — MAHMUD Cease !Enter a Messenger, MESSENGER Your Sublime Highness,That Christian hound, the Muscr vite Ambas-sador,Has left the city. — If the rebel fleet 143 Hellas Had anchored in the port, had victory-Crowned the Greek legions in the Hippodrome,Panic were tamer. — Obedience and Mutiny,Like giants in contention planet-struck.Stand gazing on each other. — There is peaceIn Stamboul. — MAHMUD Is the grave not calmer still ?Its ruins shall be mine. HASSAN Fear not the Russian :The tiger leagues not with the stag at bayAgainst the hunter. — Cunning, base, and cruel

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