The Masque of Anarchy - by
‘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.’
apocalypse
The Second Coming - by
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Gin I Was God - by
Gin I was God, sittin’ up there abeen,
/ Weariet nae doot noo a’ my darg was deen,
/ Deaved wi’ the…