Percy Bysshe Shelley,
The Revolt of Islam — Canto IV
(1818)
“ To woman, outraged and polluted long; Gathering the sweetest fruit in human reach For those fair hands now free, while armèd wrong Trembles before her look, though it be strong; Thousands thus dwell beside her, virgins bright And matrons with their babes, a stately throng! ”
Percy Bysshe Shelley,
The Revolt of Islam — Canto IV
(1818)
“ The lies of their own heart, but when one meets Another at the shrine, he inly weets, Though he says nothing, that the truth is known; Murderers are pale upon the judgment-seats, And gold grows vile even to the wealthy crone, And laughter fills the Fane, and curses shake the Throne. ”
Percy Bysshe Shelley,
The Revolt of Islam — Canto IV
(1818)
“ Upon whose floor the spangling sands were strown, And rarest sea-shells, which the eternal flood, Slave to the mother of the months, had thrown Within the walls of that gray tower, which stood A changeling of man's art nursed amid Nature's brood. ”
