IV Hearest thou the festival din Of Death and Destruction and Sin, And Wealth crying, Havoc! within? 'Tis the Bacchanal triumph that makes truth dumb, Thine Epithalamium. V Ay, marry thy ghastly wife! Let Fear and Disquiet and Strife Spread thy couch in the chamber of Life ; Marry Ruin, thou Tyrant! and Hell be thy guide To the bed of the bride! SONG TO THE MEN OF ENGLAND I MEN of England, wherefore plough iv. 1 festival, Harvard MS., Frederickson MS., Mrs. Shelley, 18391 || festal, Medwin, 1832. iv. 4 that, Frederickson MS. | which, Harvard MS., Medwin, 1832. v. 2 Disquiet, Frederickson MS, Harvard MS., Mrs. Shelley, 18391 || Disgust, Medwin, 1832. v. 4 Hell, Frederickson MS. || God, Harvard MS., Medwin, 1832. 5 the bride, Harvard MS., Frederickson MS., Mrs. Shelley, 18391 || thy, Harvard MS. cancelled, Medwin, 1832. Song: To the Men of England. Published by Mrs. Shelley, Wherefore weave with toil and care II Wherefore feed, and clothe, and save, Those ungrateful drones who would Drain your sweat-nay, drink your blood? III Wherefore, Bees of England, forge IV Have ye leisure, comfort, calm, V The seed ye sow, another reaps; VII Shrink to your cellars, holes, and cells; Why shake the chains ye wrought? Ye see VIII With plough and spade, and hoe and loom, As from an ancestral oak Two empty ravens sound their clarion, II As two gibbering night-birds flit And the stars are none, or few: To S[idmouth and C[astlerea]gh. Harvard MS. || Similes, Nd win, 1832. Similes, Mrs. Shelley, 18391. Similes. For Two Political Characters of 1819, Mrs. Shelley, 18392. Published by Medwin, The Athenæum, August 25, 1832. ii. 2 yew, Medwin, 1832 || hue, Medwin, 1833. 4 moon, Rossetti || morn, Medwin, 1832. III As a shark and dog-fish wait, For the negro-ship, whose freight Is the theme of their debate, Wrinkling their red gills the while - IV Are ye, two vultures sick for battle, Two bloodless wolves whose dry throats rattle, ENGLAND IN 1819 AN old, mad, blind, despised and dying king; Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow Through public scorn-mud from a muddy spring; Rulers, who neither see, nor feel, nor know, An army which liberticide and prey Makes as a two-edged sword to all who wield; England in 1819. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 18391. Are graves from which a glorious Phantom may Burst to illumine our tempestuous day. NATIONAL ANTHEM I GOD prosper, speed, and save, Pave with swift victory The steps of Liberty, Whom Britons own to be Immortal Queen. II See, she comes throned on high, God save the Queen! Millions on millions wait Firm, rapid, and elate, On her majestic state! God save the Queen! III She is thine own pure soul Moulding the mighty whole, God save the Queen! She is thine own deep love Rained down from heaven above, Wherever she rest or move, God save our Queen! National Anthem, Mrs. Shelley, 18392 || God save the Queen, Rossetti. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 18392. |