<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478212" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lines Written During The Castlereagh Administration</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>Corpses are cold in the tomb;<br>Stones on the pavement are dumb;<br>Abortions are dead in the womb,<br>And their mothers look pale—like the death-white shore<br>Of Albion, free no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.<br>Her sons are as stones in the way--<br>They are masses of senseless clay--<br>They are trodden, and move not away,--<br>The abortion with which SHE travaileth<br>Is Liberty, smitten to death. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.<br>Then trample and dance, thou Oppressor!<br>For thy victim is no redresser;<br>Thou art sole lord and possessor<br>Of her corpses, and clods, and abortions—they pave<br>Thy path to the grave. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV.<br>Hearest thou the festival din<br>Of Death, and Destruction, and Sin,<br>And Wealth crying 'Havoc!' within?<br>’Tis the bacchanal triumph that makes Truth dumb,<br>Thine Epithalamium.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V.<br>Ay, marry thy ghastly wife!<br>Let Fear and Disquiet and Strife<br>Spread thy couch in the chamber of Life!<br>Marry Ruin, thou Tyrant! and Hell be thy guide<br>To the bed of the bride!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Percy+Bysshe+Shelley">Percy Bysshe Shelley</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478212" data-title="Lines Written During The Castlereagh Administration de Percy Bysshe Shelley" data-description="I. Corpses are cold in the tomb; Stones on the pavement are dumb; Abortions are dead in the womb, And their mothers look pale—like the death-white shore Of Albion, free no more. II. Her sons are as stones in the way-- They are masses of sensele..."></div> </div> </div>

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