Peter Bell the Third by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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20. And men of learning, science, wit, Considered him as you and I Think of some rotten tree, and sit _360 Lounging and dining under it, Exposed to the wide sky. 21. And all the while with loose fat smile, The willing wretch sat winking there, Believing 'twas his power that made _365 That jovial scene--and that all paid Homage to his unnoticed chair. 22. Though to be sure this place was Hell; He was the Devil--and all they-- What though the claret circled well, _370 And wit, like ocean, rose and fell?-- Were damned eternally. PART 5. GRACE. 1. Among the guests who often stayed Till the Devil's petits-soupers, |
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