The Masque of Anarchy
By Percy Bysshe Shelley, (1792-1827)

  • "Stand ye calm and resolute,
  • Like a forest close and mute,
  • With folded arms and looks which are
  • Weapons of unvanquished war.
  • And if then the tyrants dare,
  • Let them ride among you there;
  • Slash, and stab, and maim and hew;
  • What they like, that let them do.
  • With folded arms and steady eyes,
  • And little fear, and less surprise,
  • Look upon them as they slay,
  • Till their rage has died away:
  • Then they will return with shame,
  • To the place from which they came,
  • And the blood thus shed will speak
  • In hot blushes on their cheek:
  • 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!"
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