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. ”
