The Masque of Anarchy - by
As I lay asleep in Italy
There came a voice from over the Sea
And with great power it forth led me
To walk in the visions of Poesy.
As I lay asleep in Italy
There came a voice from over the Sea
And with great power it forth led me
To walk in the visions of Poesy.
We knew, this thing at least we knew, – the worth Of life: this was our secret learned at birth. We knew that Force the world has deified, How weak it is. We spoke not, so men died. Upon a world down-trampled, blood-defiled, Fearing that men should praise us less, we smiled. We knew the […]
Far from the scent of the crocus
/ And the pavanne of Scottish daffodils
/ A loud crash was heard in Princes Street.
/ Safe from…
Dear God, when zero time arrives
/ And I am in the killing stunt,
/ To take perhaps a dozen lives,
/ Or I myself…
Take your risk of life and death
/ Underneath the open sky.
/ Live clean or go out quick –
/ Lads, you’re wanted. Come and…
You want to be a fat cat, want to do the deals?
/ Fix the odds, pull the birds, eat expensive meals
/ that…
“A man’s a man for a’ that” – how does he know?
/ Traipsing with his plough, the rural hero,
/ Swaggering down the…
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