Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Portrait of Percy Bysshe Shelley Percy Bysshe Shelley The Revolt of Islam — Canto X (1818)

Madness, and Fear, and Plague, and Famine, still
Heaped corpse on corpse, as in autumnal woods
The frosts of many a wind with dead leaves fill
Earth's cold and sullen brooks; in silence still,
The pale survivors stood; ere noon the fear
Of Hell became a panic, which did kill
Like hunger or disease, with whispers drear,
As 'Hush! hark! come they yet?—Just Heaven, thine hour is near!'
XLV.
And Priests rushed through their ranks, some counterfeiting
The rage they did inspire, some mad indeed
With their own lies.
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Portrait of Percy Bysshe Shelley Percy Bysshe Shelley The Revolt of Islam — Canto X (1818)

Ere night the pyre was piled, the net of iron
Was spread above, the fearful couch below;
It overtopped the towers that did environ
That spacious square; for Fear is never slow
To build the thrones of Hate, her mate and foe;
So she scourged forth the maniac multitude
To rear this pyramid—tottering and slow,
Plague-stricken, foodless, like lean herds pursued
By gadflies, they have piled the heath and gums and wood.
XLIII.
Night came, a starless and a moonless gloom.
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