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Are ye, two vultures sick for battle,
Two scorpions under one wet stone,
Two bloodless wolves whose dry throats rattle,
Two crows perched on the murrained cattle,
Two vipers tangled into one.
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Similes for Two Political Characters of 1819, st. 4 (Published 1832).

 

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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'Tis Summer Time on Bredon,
And now the farmers swear:
The cattle rise and listen
In valleys far and near,
And blush at what they hear.

But when the mists in autumn
On Bredon top are thick,
And happy hymns of farmers
Go up from fold and rick,
The cattle then are sick.

 

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Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,—
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

 

Edgar Allan Poe

 

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Justice will be served
And the battle will rage
This big dog will fight
When you rattle his cage.
And you'll be sorry that you messed with
The U.S. of A.
'Cause we'll put a boot in your ass,
It's the American way.

 

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Understand this, tell others: in my dream vultures chase me into my burning house. There, they pick out the brains of my family, dismember them, devour. I emerge from my home and I am burning, skin falling away like a snake as the structure crumbles into a black skeleton. I cannot fight off the vultures. A young man or woman emerges from the ashes. He/she doesn't save me, because he/she is holding my cracked and swollen heart in one hand and a piece of paper in the other. I can read it. It discusses and compares in great detail the differences between me and the vultures. He wraps my heart in the paper and tosses it to the ground. Can you see?

 

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