The complete works of Percy Bysshe Shelley ... . -boy Cottington, and that little urchin Laud— who would reduce a verdict of guilty,death, by famine, if it were impregnable bycomposition — all impanelled against poorArchy for presenting them bitter physic thelast day of the holidays. QUEEN Is the rain over, sirrah ? KING When it rains 255 Charles the First And the sun shines, twill rain again to-morrow :And therefore never smile till youve done cry-ing. ARCHY But tis all over now : like the April anger ofwoman, the gentle sky has wept itself serene. QUEEN What news abroad ? how looks the world
The complete works of Percy Bysshe Shelley ... . -boy Cottington, and that little urchin Laud— who would reduce a verdict of guilty,death, by famine, if it were impregnable bycomposition — all impanelled against poorArchy for presenting them bitter physic thelast day of the holidays. QUEEN Is the rain over, sirrah ? KING When it rains 255 Charles the First And the sun shines, twill rain again to-morrow :And therefore never smile till youve done cry-ing. ARCHY But tis all over now : like the April anger ofwoman, the gentle sky has wept itself serene. QUEEN What news abroad ? how looks the worldthis morning ? ARCHY Gloriously as a grave covered with virginflowers. Theres a rainbow in the sky. Letyour Majesty look at it, for A rainbow in the morningIs the shepherds warning ; * and the flocks of which you are the pastor arescattered among the mountain-tops, whereevery drop of water is a flake of snow, and thebreath of May pierces like a January blast. 256 Charles I. A rchy : Theres a rainbow in the sky: let yourMajesty look at it. i. Hellas Rivers and seas, like that which we may win,But stagnate in the veins of Christian slaves! Enter second Messenger, SECOND MESSENGER Nauplia, Tripolizza, Mothon, Athens, Navarin, Artas, Monembasia, Corinth, and Thebes are carried by assault, And every Islamite who made his dogs Fat with the flesh of Galilean slaves Passed at the edge of the sword: the lust of bloodWhich made our warriors drunk is quenched in death;But like a fiery plague breaks out anewIn deeds which make the Christian cause look paleIn its own light. The garrison of PatrasHas store but for ten days, nor is there hopeBut from the Briton: at once slave and tyrant,His wishes still are weaker than his he would sell what faith may yet remain 145 Hellas From the oaths broke in Genoa and in Norway;And if you buy him not, your treasuryIs empty even of promises — his own freedman of a western poet chiefHolds Attica with seven thousand rebels,And has be
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