Selected Poetry and Prose. Percy Bysshe Shelley

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desolation flashes o’er a world destroyed.

      Oh, bear me to those isles of jagged cloud

      Which float like mountains on the earthquake, mid

      The momentary oceans of the lightning,

      Or to some toppling promontory proud

      Of solid tempest whose black pyramid,

      Riven, overhangs the founts intensely bright’ning

      Of those dawn-tinted deluges of fire

      Before their waves expire,

      When heaven and earth are light, and only light

      In the thunder-night!

      VOICE WITHOUT. Victory! Victory! Austria, Russia, England,

      And that tame serpent, that poor shadow, France,

      Cry peace, and that means death when monarchs speak.

      Ho, there! bring torches, sharpen those red stakes,

      These chains are light, fitter for slaves and poisoners

      Than Greeks. Kill! plunder! burn! let none remain.

      SEMICHORUS I.

      Alas! for Liberty!

      If numbers, wealth, or unfulfilling years,

      Or fate, can quell the free!

      Alas! for Virtue, when

      Torments, or contumely, or the sneers

      Of erring judging men

      Can break the heart where it abides.

      Alas! if Love, whose smile makes this obscure world splendid,

      Can change with its false times and tides,

      Like hope and terror,—

      Alas for Love!

      And Truth, who wanderest lone and unbefriended,

      If thou canst veil thy lie-consuming mirror

      Before the dazzled eyes of Error,

      Alas for thee! Image of the Above.

      SEMICHORUS II.

      Repulse, with plumes from conquest torn,

      Led the ten thousand from the limits of the morn

      Through many an hostile Anarchy!

      At length they wept aloud, and cried, ‘The Sea! the Sea!’

      Through exile, persecution, and despair,

      Rome was, and young Atlantis shall become

      The wonder, or the terror, or the tomb

      Of all whose step wakes Power lulled in her savage lair.

      But Greece was as a hermit-child,

      Whose fairest thoughts and limbs were built

      To woman’s growth, by dreams so mild,

      She knew not pain or guilt;

      And now, O Victory, blush! and Empire, tremble

      When ye desert the free—

      If Greece must be

      A wreck, yet shall its fragments reassemble,

      And build themselves again impregnably

      In a diviner clime,

      To Amphionic music on some Cape sublime,

      Which frowns above the idle foam of Time.

      SEMICHORUS I.

      Let the tyrants rule the desert they have made;

      Let the free possess the Paradise they claim;

      Be the fortune of our fierce oppressors weighed

      With our ruin, our resistance, and our name!

      SEMICHORUS II.

      Our dead shall be the seed of their decay,

      Our survivors be the shadow of their pride,

      Our adversity a dream to pass away—

      Their dishonour a remembrance to abide!

      VOICE WITHOUT. Victory! Victory! The bought Briton sends

      The keys of ocean to the Islamite.—

      Now shall the blazon of the cross be veiled,

      And British skill directing Othman might,

      Thunder-strike rebel victory. Oh, keep holy

      This jubilee of unrevenged blood!

      Kill! crush! despoil! Let not a Greek escape!

      SEMICHORUS I.

      Darkness has dawned in the East

      On the noon of time.

      The death-birds descend to their feast

      From the hungry clime.

      Let Freedom and Peace flee far

      To a sunnier strand,

      And follow Love’s folding-star

      To the Evening land!

      SEMICHORUS II.

      The young moon has fed

      Her exhausted horn

      With the sunset’s fire.

      The weak day is dead,

      But the night is not born;

      And, like loveliness panting with wild desire

      While it trembles with fear and delight,

      Hesperus flies from awakening night,

      And pants in its beauty and speed with light

      Fast-flashing, soft, and bright.

      Thou

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