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.’
nightmares
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.
The night is darkening round me - by
The night is darkening round me,
/ The wild winds coldly blow;
/ But a tyrant spell has bound me,
/ And I cannot, cannot go.
/
/ The…
Dulce Et Decorum Est - by
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest / To children ardent for some desperate glory, / The…
Ho! for the blades of Harden - by
Ho! for the blades of Harden!
/ Ho! for the driven kye!
/ The broken gate and the lances’ hate
/ …
The Raiders - by
Last night a wind from Lammermoor came roaring up the glen
/ With the tramp of trooping horses and the laugh of…
War - by
The songs I’ve sung are futile,
/ Of little futile things,
/ Of foolish dreams and fancies
/ On feeble faltering wings;
/ So I will cease my…
Demotic Nocturne (Nocturne vulgaire) - by
A breath cleaves operatic breaches in the walls
/ of shimmery, dilapidated marble halls,
/
/ disperses all the boundaries of hearth and home,
/ and blurs…
The Witches - by
The witches knew the truth – / smelling my wickedness / with huge hooked noses.