. The complete works of Percy Bysshe Shelley .... II. Her sons are as stones in the wayThey are masses of senseless clay - lOI Poems Written in 1819 They are trodden, and move not away,—The abortion with which she travaiiethIs Liberty, smitten to death. III. Then trample and dance, thou Oppressor!For thy victim is no redresser;Thou art sole lord and possessorOf her corpses, and clods, and abortions —they paveThy path to the grave. IV. Hearest thou the festival dinOf Death, and Destruction, and Sin,And Wealth crying Havoc ! within ?Tis the bacchanal triumph which makesTruth epithalam
. The complete works of Percy Bysshe Shelley .... II. Her sons are as stones in the wayThey are masses of senseless clay - lOI Poems Written in 1819 They are trodden, and move not away,—The abortion with which she travaiiethIs Liberty, smitten to death. III. Then trample and dance, thou Oppressor!For thy victim is no redresser;Thou art sole lord and possessorOf her corpses, and clods, and abortions —they paveThy path to the grave. IV. Hearest thou the festival dinOf Death, and Destruction, and Sin,And Wealth crying Havoc ! within ?Tis the bacchanal triumph which makesTruth epithalamium. V. Ay, marry thy ghastly wife !Let Fear and Disquiet and Strife. Lines Spread thy couch in the chamber of Life!Marry Ruin, thou Tyrant! and God be thyguideTo the bed of the bride ! The Birth of Pleasure T the creation of the EarthPleasure, that divinest birth,From the soil of Heaven didrise,Wrapt in sweet wild melodies —Like an exhalation wreathingTo the sound of air low-breathingThrough ^olian pines, which makeA shade and shelter to the lakeWhence it rises soft and slow;Her life-breathing [limbs] did flowIn the harmony divineOf an ever-lengthening lineWhich enwrapt her perfect formWith a beauty clear and warm. 103
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