Percy Bysshe Shelley

“ Man's free-born soul beneath the oppressor's heel,
Are his strong ministers, and that the stings
Of death will make the wise his vengeance feel,
Though truth and virtue arm their hearts with tenfold steel.
VIII.
'"And it is said this Power will punish wrong;
Yes, add despair to crime, and pain to pain!
And deepest hell, and deathless snakes among,
Will bind the wretch on whom is fixed a stain,
Which, like a plague, a burden, and a bane,
Clung to him while he lived; for love and hate,
Virtue and vice, they say, are difference vain—
The will of strength is right. ”

“ All power—ay, the ghost, the dream, the shade
Of power—lust, falsehood, hate, and pride, and folly;
The pattern whence all fraud and wrong is made,
A law to which mankind has been betrayed;
And human love is as the name well known
Of a dear mother whom the murderer laid
In bloody grave, and, into darkness thrown,
Gathered her wildered babes around him as his own.
XI.
'"O Love, who to the hearts of wandering men
Art as the calm to Ocean's weary waves! ”

“ That love, which none may bind, be free to fill
The world, like light; and evil faith, grown hoary
With crime, be quenched and die.—Yon promontory
Even now eclipses the descending moon!—
Dungeons and palaces are transitory—
High temples fade like vapor—Man alone
Remains, whose will has power when all beside is gone.
XVII.
'"Let all be free and equal!—from your hearts
I feel an echo; through my inmost frame
Like sweetest sound, seeking its mate, it darts.
Whence come ye, friends? Alas, I cannot name
All that I read of sorrow, toil and shame
On your worn faces ”