Around, around, in ceaseless circles wheeling With clang of wings and scream, the Eagle sailed Incessantly-sometimes on high concealing Its lessening orbs, sometimes as if it failed, Drooped thro' the air; and still it shrieked and wailed, And casting back its eager head, with beak The wreathed Serpent, who did ever seek What life what power was kindled and arose Where'er the Eagle's talons made their way, Like sparks into the darkness; as they sweep, Blood stains the snowy foam of the tumultuous deep. Swift chances in that combat-many a check, Then on the white edge of the bursting surge, The wind with his wild writhings; for to break Dissolve in sudden shock those linkèd rings, Wile baffled wile, and strength encountered strength, Thus long, but unprevailing :—the event Of that portentous fight appeared at length : Until the lamp of day was almost spent It had endured, when lifeless, stark, and rent, Hung high that mighty Serpent, and at last Fell to the sea, while o'er the continent, With clang of wings and scream the Eagle past, Heavily borne away on the exhausted blast. Such is this conflict-when mankind doth strive With its oppressors in a strife of blood, Or when free thoughts, like lightnings are alive; And in each bosom of the multitude Justice and truth, with custom's hydra brood Wage silent war;-when priests and kings dissemble In smiles or frowns their fierce disquietude, When round pure hearts, a host of hopes assemble, The Snake and Eagle meet-the world's foundations tremble! Revolt of Islam, canto i. 1817. THE MASK OF ANARCHY. WRITTEN ON THE OCCASION OF THE MASSACRE AT MANCHESTER. As I lay asleep in Italy There came a voice from over the Sea, To walk in the visions of Poesy. I met Murder on the way— All were fat; and well they might For one by one, and two by two, Next came Fraud, and he had on, And the little children, who Thinking every tear a gem, Had their brains knocked out by them. Clothed with the Bible, as with light, And many more Destructions played Last came Anarchy: he rode On a white horse, splashed with blood; And he wore a kingly crown; With a pace stately and fast, And a mighty troop around, For the service of their Lord. And with glorious triumph, they Rode thro' England proud and gay, Of the wine of desolation. O'er fields and towns, from sea to sea, And each dweller, panic-stricken, For with pomp to meet him came, "We have waited, weak and lone For thy coming, Mighty One! Our purses are empty, our swords are cold, Give us glory, and blood, and gold." Lawyers and priests, a motley crowd, To the earth their pale brows bowed; Like a bad prayer not over loud, Whispering "Thou art Law and God." Then all cried with one accord, "Thou art King, and God, and Lord; Anarchy, to thee we bow, Be thy name made holy now!" And Anarchy, the Skeleton, Had cost ten millions to the nation. E |