The masque of Anarchy, a poem, with a preface by L. Hunt. To which is added, Queen Liberty; Song- To the men of England |
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Annual Parliaments aristocrat Art thou blood blush Bowed brow chains to earth CITY ROAD cost ten millions cottage dignity earth like dew England English extract feel fervent FINSBURY folded arms Fraud friends of Reform ghastly glory God save gold grave habitual hair are shaken hand happy Hope horses justice King laws light of sunny lions after slumber Lord maiden most serene MASQUE OF ANARCHY measure MEN OF ENGLAND mighty moral Murder nation night's loose hair O'er pale pamphlet PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY plough produce prostrate multitude Looked QUEEN LIBERTY recommends rest rich robe rode save our Queen save the Queen sentiment Shake your chains Shelley's Slavery sleep had fall'n spirit stanza stars from night's sunny rain swords sympathy thee Thine things Thou art thought tion toil trampling tyrants unvanquishable NUMBER upborne on wings vulgarity weak wealth weave Wherefore wind wings whose grain
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Strana 24 - Men of England, wherefore plough For the lords who lay ye low? Wherefore weave with toil and care The rich robes your tyrants wear?
Strana 16 - 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.
Strana 24 - The seed ye sow, another reaps; The wealth ye find, another keeps; The robes ye weave, another wears; The arms ye forge, another bears.
Strana 5 - We were sitting with our knees to the fire, to which we had been getting nearer and nearer, in the comfort of finding ourselves together. The pleasure of seeing him was my only feeling at the moment ; and the air of domesticity about us was so complete, that I thought he was going to speak of some family matter, either his or my own, when he asked me, at the close of an intensity of pause, what was " the amount of the National Debt.
Strana 16 - Tis to work and have such pay As just keeps life from day to day In your limbs, as in a cell For the tyrants
Strana 11 - All were fat ; and well they might Be in admirable plight, For one by one, and two by two, He tossed them human hearts to chew, Which from his wide cloak he drew.
Strana 12 - And he wore a kingly crown, And in his grasp a sceptre shone ; On his brow this mark I saw —
Strana 18 - Thou art clothes, and fire, and food For the trampled multitude — No — in countries that are free Such starvation cannot be As in England now we see.
Strana 24 - Shrink to your cellars, holes, and cells ; In halls ye deck, another dwells. Why shake the chains ye wrought ? Ye see The steel ye tempered glance on ye. With plough and spade, and hoe and loom, Trace your grave, and build your tomb, And weave your winding-sheet, till fair England be your sepulchre.
Strana 16 - So that ye for them are made Loom, and plough, and sword, and spade, With or without your own will bent To their defence and nourishment.