Poetry & Verse
Lines to a Critic
By Percy Bysshe ShelleySource: Percy Bysshe Shelley - PoetryDB (Public Domain)Short85 words
Honey from silkworms who can gather, Or silk from the yellow bee? The grass may grow in winter weather As soon as hate in me....
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Honey from silkworms who can gather, Or silk from the yellow bee? The grass may grow in winter weather As soon as hate in me. Hate men who cant, and men who pray, And men who rail like thee; An equal passion to repay They are not coy like me. Or seek some slave of power and gold To be thy dear heart's mate; Thy love will move that bigot cold Sooner than me, thy hate.…
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