The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley Part 59

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Till as clouds grow on the blast, Like tower-crowned giants striding fast, And glare with lightnings as they fly, And speak in thunder to the sky,

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It grew--a Shape arrayed in mail _110 Brighter than the viper's scale, And upborne on wings whose grain Was as the light of sunny rain.

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On its helm, seen far away, A planet, like the Morning's, lay; _115 And those plumes its light rained through Like a shower of crimson dew.

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With step as soft as wind it pa.s.sed O'er the heads of men--so fast That they knew the presence there, _120 And looked,--but all was empty air.

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As flowers beneath May's footstep waken, As stars from Night's loose hair are shaken, As waves arise when loud winds call, Thoughts sprung where'er that step did fall. _125

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And the prostrate mult.i.tude Looked--and ankle-deep in blood, Hope, that maiden most serene, Was walking with a quiet mien:

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And Anarchy, the ghastly birth, _130 Lay dead earth upon the earth; The Horse of Death tameless as wind Fled, and with his hoofs did grind To dust the murderers thronged behind.

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A rus.h.i.+ng light of clouds and splendour, _135 A sense awakening and yet tender Was heard and felt--and at its close These words of joy and fear arose

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As if their own indignant Earth Which gave the sons of England birth _140 Had felt their blood upon her brow, And shuddering with a mother's throe

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Had turned every drop of blood By which her face had been bedewed To an accent unwithstood,-- _145 As if her heart had cried aloud:

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'Men of England, heirs of Glory, Heroes of unwritten story, Nurslings of one mighty Mother, Hopes of her, and one another; _150

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'Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number, Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you-- Ye are many--they are few. _155

39.

'What is Freedom?--ye can tell That which slavery is, too well-- For its very name has grown To an echo of your own.

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''Tis to work and have such pay _160 As just keeps life from day to day In your limbs, as in a cell For the tyrants' use to dwell,

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'So that ye for them are made Loom, and plough, and sword, and spade, _165 With or without your own will bent To their defence and nourishment.

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''Tis to see your children weak With their mothers pine and peak, When the winter winds are bleak,-- _170 They are dying whilst I speak.

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''Tis to hunger for such diet As the rich man in his riot Casts to the fat dogs that lie Surfeiting beneath his eye; _175

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''Tis to let the Ghost of Gold Take from Toil a thousandfold More than e'er its substance could In the tyrannies of old.

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'Paper coin--that forgery _180 Of the t.i.tle-deeds, which ye Hold to something of the worth Of the inheritance of Earth.

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''Tis to be a slave in soul And to hold no strong control _185 Over your own wills, but be All that others make of ye.

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'And at length when ye complain With a murmur weak and vain 'Tis to see the Tyrant's crew _190 Ride over your wives and you Blood is on the gra.s.s like dew.

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'Then it is to feel revenge Fiercely thirsting to exchange Blood for blood--and wrong for wrong-- _195 Do not thus when ye are strong.

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'Birds find rest, in narrow nest When weary of their winged quest; Beasts find fare, in woody lair When storm and snow are in the air. _200

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'a.s.ses, swine, have litter spread And with fitting food are fed; All things have a home but one-- Thou, Oh, Englishman, hast none!

51.

'This is Slavery--savage men, _205 Or wild beasts within a den Would endure not as ye do-- But such ills they never knew.

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'What art thou Freedom? O! could slaves Answer from their living graves _210 This demand--tyrants would flee Like a dream's dim imagery:

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'Thou art not, as impostors say, A shadow soon to pa.s.s away, A superst.i.tion, and a name _215 Echoing from the cave of Fame.

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'For the labourer thou art bread, And a comely table spread From his daily labour come In a neat and happy home. _220

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Thou art clothes, and fire, and food For the trampled mult.i.tude-- No--in countries that are free Such starvation cannot be As in England now we see. _225

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'To the rich thou art a check, When his foot is on the neck Of his victim, thou dost make That he treads upon a snake.

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Thou art Justice--ne'er for gold _230 May thy righteous laws be sold As laws are in England--thou s.h.i.+eld'st alike the high and low.

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'Thou art Wisdom--Freemen never Dream that G.o.d will d.a.m.n for ever _235 All who think those things untrue Of which Priests make such ado.

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'Thou art Peace--never by thee Would blood and treasure wasted be As tyrants wasted them, when all _240 Leagued to quench thy flame in Gaul.