Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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FREEDOM: ON THE FIRST FRENCH REVOLUTION. |
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FREEDOM: ON THE FIRST FRENCH REVOLUTION.
Ye fools! that rend the calm and silent airWith insane noise, and shouts of Liberty;
The thrall today tomorrow cannot be
A freeman, still the shackles must he bear
Within his soul, tho' from his limbs they are
By the brute hand of Force struck off! think ye
That in one brief and noisy hour the tree
Of Freedom flourishes? oh never were
Her golden fruits plucked by the sudden hand
Of Violence, they ripen gradually!
And never were her divine features scanned
'Mid Passion's Chaos; with calm Majesty
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For of brute means she scorns the ministry!
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