Percy Bysshe Shelley - An Ode, Written October 1819

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Arise, arise, arise! There is blood on the earth that denies ye bread; Be your wounds like eyes To weep for the dead, the dead, the dead What other grief were it just to pay? Your sons, your wives, your brethren, were they; Who said they were slain on the battle day? Awaken, awaken, awaken! The slave and the tyrant arе twin-born foes; Be the cold chains shakеn To the dust where your kindred repose, repose: Their bones in the grave will start and move When they hear the voices of those they love Most loud in the holy combat above Wave, wave high the banner! When Freedom is riding to conquest by: Though the slaves that fan her Be Famine and Toil, giving sigh for sigh And ye who attend her imperial car Lift not your hands in the banded war But in her defence whose children ye are Glory, glory, glory To those who have greatly suffered and done! Never name in story Was greater than that which ye shall have won Conquerors have conquered their foes alone Whose revenge, pride, and power they have overthrown Ride ye, more victorious, over your own Bind, bind every brow With crownals of violet, ivy, and pine: Hide the blood-stains now With hues which sweet Nature has made divine: Green strength, azure hope, and eternity: But let not the pansy among them be; Ye were injured, and that means memory