Wednesday, 11 April 2012

Rise up people against those that would enslave you

Never before have Shelley's words been more apt.

"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."

Taken from the Mask of Anarchy by Percey Bysshe Shelley, this poem is also home to another one of Shelley's (IMHO) great verses;

"I met Murder on the way -
He had a mask like Castlereagh -
Very smooth he looked, yet grim;
Seven blood-hounds followed him:"

Anyone with an interest in Irish History will know who Lord Castlereagh was, a bollox to say the least, however those with an interest in English History will no doubt find he is depicted in a more favourable light.

Those interested in reading the full & lenghty poem see

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