Adonais, Stanza XXVIII
Adonais, Stanza XXVIII
Percy Bysshe Shelley
'The herded wolves bold only to pursue,
The obscene ravens clamorous o'er the dead,
The vultures to the conqueror's banner true,
Who feed where desolation first has fed,
And whose wings rain contagion,--how they fled,
When like Apollo, from his golden bow,
The Pythian of the age one arrow sped,
And smiled!--The spoilers tempt no second blow,
They fawn on the proud feet that spurn them lying low.
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