The Mask of Anarchy. Written on the Occasion of the Massacre at Manchester
As I lay asleep in Italy There came a voice from over the Sea, And with great power it forth led me To walk in...
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As I lay asleep in Italy There came a voice from over the Sea, And with great power it forth led me To walk in the visions of Poesy. I met Murder on the way-- He had a mask like Castlereagh-- Very smooth he looked, yet grim; Seven blood-hounds followed him: All were fat; and well they might Be in admirable plight, For one by one, and two by two, He tossed them human hearts to chew Which from his wide cloak he drew.…
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