Percy Bysshe Shelley,
Poetical Essay on the Existing State of Things
(1811)
“ Is public virtue dead?—is courage gone? Bows its fair form at fell oppression’s throne? Yes! it’s torn away—the crimes appear, Expiring Freedom asks a parting tear, A powerful hand unrolls the guilt-stain’d veil, A powerful voice floats on the tainted gale, Rising corruption’s error from beneath, A shape of glory checks the course of death; It spreads its shield o’er freedom’s prostrate form, Its glance disperses envy’s gathering storm; No trophied bust need tell thy sainted name, No herald blazon to the world thy fame, Nor scrolls essay an endless meed to give ”
