備忘録：シェリーの詩に驚いた。『無秩序の仮面』はとても有名なんですね。学生の頃ロマン派の詩人について学んだはずだったのだが、シェリーの此の詩については無知でした。その中のRise like Lionは刺激的です。もう少しロマン派詩人のお一人、シェリーについて再考してみたい。
ヘイグさんが描いたライオンはこのシェリーの詩が根にあるのですね。ライオンのごとく立ち上がれ、です。なるほどでした。
ニール・ヘイグをGoogleで検索すると作品が数多く紹介されています。https://neilhague.com/
でもなぜか、ウィキピーディアでは紹介されていません。おそらく本人が拒否しているのでしょう。単純にwikipediaはいいと思っているものにとってはそれを拒絶する人々がいることも驚きで、また別の角度から見ることも必要なのでしょう。
一方でライオンのイメージは動物界の王でしょうか。王様のイメージには『権力』が伴います。一夫多妻のイメージも家父長制度のイメージも重なってきます。ちょっと違和感が起こるのも事実です。ただ詩人シェリーがライオンで表象したものはちょっと再読ですね。そこではライオンは雄々しく権力にたちむかう象徴になっているのですね。ライオンキングというミュージカルもありますね。アニメもあって見た覚えがあります。ライオンが象徴するものとは？
驚きはいつでも身近にある。ロマン派の詩人の詩が飛び込んできたことに胸がどきんとなった。イギリスの知の裾野は深くて広い。長い歴史の蓄積の上に積み重ねられる知恵なり知識があるのは事実だろうが、絶えずわたしたちは新しい知見なり発見や解釈で目覚めなければならないようだ。生きている限りこの世界の不思議、謎解きと向き合っているようだ。現在わたしたちを包んでいる不思議な現象はなぜか、メディアがSNSも含めて偏向し真実が、事実が見えにくくなっている現在である。大きななにか、蜘蛛の糸に絡められているような予見がして、落ち着かない。Devid IckeさんはYouTubeの動画のインタビューを視聴して知っていたのだが、２０１６年のアメリカ大統領選挙の時、かなり研究室にこもってアメリカや英国などのネットメディアを視聴していたせいで、特異な状況分析で名前を知った。なるほどこんな考え、世界の捉え方もあるのかという印象。日本語に翻訳された書があることを最近しった。知人が文庫が安く手に入ったよという事で２冊読み終わって持ってきてくれたのだが、まだ丁寧に読めていない。ただ、冒頭のシェリーの詩とヘイグさんの絵画に惹かれている。詩人シェリーの凄さが迫ってきた。
いかなる時にも表現や言論の自由は阻害されてはならないと思う。多様な見解や解釈があっていいこの世界だと言えようか。言論が一つになった時、個人の自由も鎖につながれることになるのだろう。ちょっと現況は怖いような～。ワクチンパスポートとか～。オーウェルの『１９８４年』をはるかに凌駕する世界的な全体主義政府の登場が未来の道筋だとは思いたくないが、なぜか一つの方向に進んでいるのかと思うと気になってくる。ワクチン接種に疑問を持っているゆえに～。小鳥たちがさえずっているこの平穏に見える空間、青虫やカタツムリと顔を突き合わせる空間が虚構ではないことは確かだ。しかしかなたとこなた、こなたとかなたはつながっている。
パーシー・ビッシュ・シェリー（Percy Bysshe Shelley、1792年8月4日 - 1822年7月8日）は、イングランドのロマン派詩人。小説家のメアリー・シェリーは妻。フランケンシュタインの作者はメアリー・シェリーだ。https://ja.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E3%83%91%E3%83%BC%E3%82%B7%E3%83%BC%E3%83%BB%E3%83%93%E3%83%83%E3%82%B7%E3%83%A5%E3%83%BB%E3%82%B7%E3%82%A7%E3%83%AA%E3%83%BC
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Masque_of_Anarchy無秩序の仮面←凄い題名です！
The Mask of Anarchy:http://knarf.english.upenn.edu/PShelley/anarchy.html
Written on the Occasion of the Massacre at Manchester
By Percy Bysshe Shelley
1
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.
2
I met Murder on the way--
He had a mask like Castlereagh--
Very smooth he looked, yet grim;
Seven blood-hounds followed him:
3
All were fat; and well they might
Be in admirable plight, 10
For one by one, and two by two,
He tossed them human hearts to chew
4
Which from his wide cloak he drew.
Next came Fraud, and he had on,
Like Eldon, an ermined gown;
His big tears, for he wept well,
Turned to mill-stones as they fell.
5
And the little children, who
Round his feet played to and fro,
Thinking every tear a gem, 20
Had their brains knocked out by them.
6
Clothed with the Bible, as with light,
And the shadows of the night,
Like Sidmouth, next, Hypocrisy
On a crocodile rode by.
7
And many more Destructions played
In this ghastly masquerade,
All disguised, even to the eyes,
Like Bishops, lawyers, peers, or spies.
8
Last came Anarchy: he rode 30
On a white horse, splashed with blood;
He was pale even to the lips,
Like Death in the Apocalypse.
9
And he wore a kingly crown;
And in his grasp a sceptre shone;
On his brow this mark I saw--
'I AM GOD, AND KING, AND LAW!'
10
With a pace stately and fast,
Over English land he passed,
Trampling to a mire of blood 40
The adoring multitude.
11
And a mighty troop around,
With their trampling shook the ground,
Waving each a bloody sword,
For the service of their Lord.
12
And with glorious triumph, they
Rode through England proud and gay,
Drunk as with intoxication
Of the wine of desolation.
13
O'er fields and towns, from sea to sea, 50
Passed the Pageant swift and free,
Tearing up, and trampling down;
Till they came to London town.
14
And each dweller, panic-stricken,
Felt his heart with terror sicken
Hearing the tempestuous cry
Of the triumph of Anarchy.
15
For with pomp to meet him came,
Clothed in arms like blood and flame,
The hired murderers, who did sing 60
`Thou art God, and Law, and King.
16
We have waited, weak and lone
For thy coming, Mighty One!
Our purses are empty, our swords are cold,
Give us glory, and blood, and gold.'
17
Lawyers and priests, a motley crowd,
To the earth their pale brows bowed;
Like a bad prayer not over loud,
Whispering -- `Thou art Law and God.' --
18
Then all cried with one accord, 70
`Thou art King, and God, and Lord;
Anarchy, to thee we bow,
Be thy name made holy now!'
19
And Anarchy, the Skeleton,
Bowed and grinned to every one,
As well as if his education
Had cost ten millions to the nation.
20
For he knew the Palaces
Of our Kings were rightly his;
His the sceptre, crown, and globe, 80
And the gold-inwoven robe.
21
So he sent his slaves before
To seize upon the Bank and Tower,
And was proceeding with intent
To meet his pensioned Parliament
22
When one fled past, a maniac maid,
And her name was Hope, she said:
But she looked more like Despair,
And she cried out in the air:
23
`My father Time is weak and gray 90
With waiting for a better day;
See how idiot-like he stands,
Fumbling with his palsied hands!
24
`He has had child after child,
And the dust of death is piled
Over every one but me--
Misery, oh, Misery!'
25
Then she lay down in the street,
Right before the horses' feet,
Expecting, with a patient eye, 100
Murder, Fraud, and Anarchy.
26
When between her and her foes
A mist, a light, an image rose,
Small at first, and weak, and frail
Like the vapour of a vale:
27
Till as clouds grow on the blast,
Like tower-crowned giants striding fast,
And glare with lightnings as they fly,
And speak in thunder to the sky,
28
It grew -- a Shape arrayed in mail 110
Brighter than the viper's scale,
And upborne on wings whose grain
Was as the light of sunny rain.
29
On its helm, seen far away,
A planet, like the Morning's, lay;
And those plumes its light rained through
Like a shower of crimson dew.
30
With step as soft as wind it passed
O'er the heads of men -- so fast
That they knew the presence there, 120
And looked, -- but all was empty air.
31
As flowers beneath May's footstep waken,
As stars from Night's loose hair are shaken,
As waves arise when loud winds call,
Thoughts sprung where'er that step did fall.
32
And the prostrate multitude
Looked -- and ankle-deep in blood,
Hope, that maiden most serene,
Was walking with a quiet mien:
33
And Anarchy, the ghastly birth, 130
Lay dead earth upon the earth;
The Horse of Death tameless as wind
Fled, and with his hoofs did grind
To dust the murderers thronged behind.
34
A rushing light of clouds and splendour,
A sense awakening and yet tender
Was heard and felt -- and at its close
These words of joy and fear arose
35
As if their own indignant Earth
Which gave the sons of England birth 140
Had felt their blood upon her brow,
And shuddering with a mother's throe
36
Had turnèd every drop of blood
By which her face had been bedewed
To an accent unwithstood,--
As if her heart had cried aloud:
37
`Men of England, heirs of Glory,
Heroes of unwritten story,
Nurslings of one mighty Mother,
Hopes of her, and one another; 150
38
`Rise like Lions after slumber まどろみから醒めた獅子のごとく立ち上がれ
In unvanquishable number, 制圧不可能な人数となって
Shake your chains to earth like dew 眠っている間につながれた鎖を震わせ
Which in sleep had fallen on you -- 霧のように大地に振り落とせ
Ye are many -- they are few. あなた方は多勢だ 相手は無勢だ
39
`What is Freedom? -- ye can tell 自由とは何だ
That which slavery is, too well -- 隷従とは何か？ と問えば誰でも答えることができる
For its very name has grown まさに奴隷と名付けるべき存在に
To an echo of your own.< あなた方はなってしまった
40
`'Tis to work and have such pay 隷属とは、労働することだ
As just keeps life from day to day 暴君の暮らしを支える監獄の中にいて
In your limbs, as in a cell その日の四肢の生命を維持するだけの賃金を得ることだ （以下某書の中に一部日本語訳があるので後で付け加えます！）
For the tyrants' use to dwell,
41
`So that ye for them are made
Loom, and plough, and sword, and spade,
With or without your own will bent
To their defence and nourishment.
42
`'Tis to see your children weak
With their mothers pine and peak,
When the winter winds are bleak,--
They are dying whilst I speak.
43
`'Tis to hunger for such diet
As the rich man in his riot
Casts to the fat dogs that lie
Surfeiting beneath his eye;
44
`'Tis to let the Ghost of Gold
Take from Toil a thousandfold
More than e'er its substance could
In the tyrannies of old.
45
`Paper coin -- that forgery
Of the title-deeds, which ye
Hold to something of the worth
Of the inheritance of Earth.
46
`'Tis to be a slave in soul
And to hold no strong control
Over your own wills, but be
All that others make of ye.
47
`And at length when ye complain
With a murmur weak and vain
'Tis to see the Tyrant's crew
Ride over your wives and you--
Blood is on the grass like dew.
48
`Then it is to feel revenge
Fiercely thirsting to exchange
Blood for blood -- and wrong for wrong --
Do not thus when ye are strong.
49
`Birds find rest, in narrow nest
When weary of their wingèd quest;
Beasts find fare, in woody lair
When storm and snow are in the air,1
50
`Asses, swine, have litter spread
And with fitting food are fed;
All things have a home but one--
Thou, Oh, Englishman, hast none!
51
`This is Slavery -- savage men,
Or wild beasts within a den
Would endure not as ye do--
But such ills they never knew.
52
`What art thou Freedom? O! could slaves
Answer from their living graves 210
This demand -- tyrants would flee
Like a dream's dim imagery:
53
`Thou art not, as impostors say,
A shadow soon to pass away,
A superstition, and a name
Echoing from the cave of Fame.
54
`For the labourer thou art bread,
And a comely table spread
From his daily labour come
In a neat and happy home.
55
`Thou art clothes, and fire, and food
For the trampled multitude--
No -- in countries that are free
Such starvation cannot be
As in England now we see.
56
`To the rich thou art a check,
When his foot is on the neck
Of his victim, thou dost make
That he treads upon a snake.
57
`Thou art Justice -- ne'er for gold
May thy righteous laws be sold
As laws are in England -- thou
Shield'st alike the high and low.
58
`Thou art Wisdom -- Freemen never
Dream that God will damn for ever
All who think those things untrue
Of which Priests make such ado.
59
`Thou art Peace -- never by thee
Would blood and treasure wasted be
As tyrants wasted them, when all
Leagued to quench thy flame in Gaul.
60
`What if English toil and blood
Was poured forth, even as a flood?
It availed, Oh, Liberty,
To dim, but not extinguish thee.
61
`Thou art Love -- the rich have kissed
Thy feet, and like him following Christ,
Give their substance to the free
And through the rough world follow thee,
62
`Or turn their wealth to arms, and make
War for thy belovèd sake
On wealth, and war, and fraud--whence they
Drew the power which is their prey.
63
`Science, Poetry, and Thought
Are thy lamps; they make the lot
Of the dwellers in a cot
So serene, they curse it not.
64
`Spirit, Patience, Gentleness,
All that can adorn and bless
Art thou -- let deeds, not words, express
Thine exceeding loveliness.
65
`Let a great Assembly be
Of the fearless and the free
On some spot of English ground
Where the plains stretch wide around.
66
`Let the blue sky overhead,
The green earth on which ye tread,
All that must eternal be
Witness the solemnity.
67
`From the corners uttermost
Of the bonds of English coast;
From every hut, village, and town
Where those who live and suffer moan
For others' misery or their own.2
68
`From the workhouse and the prison
Where pale as corpses newly risen,
Women, children, young and old
Groan for pain, and weep for cold--
69
`From the haunts of daily life
Where is waged the daily strife
With common wants and common cares
Which sows the human heart with tares--
70
`Lastly from the palaces
Where the murmur of distress
Echoes, like the distant sound
Of a wind alive around
71
`Those prison halls of wealth and fashion,
Where some few feel such compassion
For those who groan, and toil, and wail
As must make their brethren pale--
72
`Ye who suffer woes untold,
Or to feel, or to behold
Your lost country bought and sold
With a price of blood and gold--
73
`Let a vast assembly be,
And with great solemnity
Declare with measured words that ye
Are, as God has made ye, free--
74
`Be your strong and simple words
Keen to wound as sharpened swords,
And wide as targes let them be,
With their shade to cover ye.
75
`Let the tyrants pour around
With a quick and startling sound,
Like the loosening of a sea,
Troops of armed emblazonry.
76
`Let the charged artillery drive
Till the dead air seems alive
With the clash of clanging wheels,
And the tramp of horses' heels.
77
`Let the fixèd bayonet
Gleam with sharp desire to wet
Its bright point in English blood
Looking keen as one for food.
78
`Let the horsemen's scimitars
Wheel and flash, like sphereless stars
Thirsting to eclipse their burning
In a sea of death and mourning.
79
`Stand ye calm and resolute,
Like a forest close and mute,
With folded arms and looks which are
Weapons of unvanquished war,
80
`And let Panic, who outspeeds
The career of armèd steeds
Pass, a disregarded shade
Through your phalanx undismayed.
81
`Let the laws of your own land,
Good or ill, between ye stand
Hand to hand, and foot to foot,
Arbiters of the dispute,
82
`The old laws of England -- they
Whose reverend heads with age are gray,
Children of a wiser day;
And whose solemn voice must be
Thine own echo -- Liberty!
83
`On those who first should violate
Such sacred heralds in their state
Rest the blood that must ensue,
And it will not rest on you.
84
`And if then the tyrants dare
Let them ride among you there,
Slash, and stab, and maim, and hew,--
What they like, that let them do.
85
`With folded arms and steady eyes,
And little fear, and less surprise,
Look upon them as they slay
Till their rage has died away.
86
`Then they will return with shame
To the place from which they came,
And the blood thus shed will speak
In hot blushes on their cheek.
87
`Every woman in the land
Will point at them as they stand--
They will hardly dare to greet
Their acquaintance in the street.
88
`And the bold, true warriors
Who have hugged Danger in wars
Will turn to those who would be free,
Ashamed of such base company.
89
`And that slaughter to the Nation
Shall steam up like inspiration,
Eloquent, oracular;
A volcano heard afar.
90
`And these words shall then become
Like Oppression's thundered doom
Ringing through each heart and brain,
Heard again -- again -- again--
91
`Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number--
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you--
Ye are many -- they are few.'
1. The following stanza is found in the Wise MS. and in Mary Shelley's edition of 1839, but is wanting in the Hunt MS. and in the first edition of 1832:--
'Horses, oxen, have a home,
When from daily toil they come;
Household dogs, when the wind roars,
Find a home within warm doors.'
2. The following stanza is found (cancelled) at this place in the Wise MS.:--
'From the cities where from caves,
Like the dead from putrid graves,
Troops of starvelings gliding come,
Living Tenants of a tomb.'
ヘイグさんが描いたライオンはこのシェリーの詩が根にあるのですね。ライオンのごとく立ち上がれ、です。なるほどでした。
ニール・ヘイグをGoogleで検索すると作品が数多く紹介されています。https://neilhague.com/
でもなぜか、ウィキピーディアでは紹介されていません。おそらく本人が拒否しているのでしょう。単純にwikipediaはいいと思っているものにとってはそれを拒絶する人々がいることも驚きで、また別の角度から見ることも必要なのでしょう。
一方でライオンのイメージは動物界の王でしょうか。王様のイメージには『権力』が伴います。一夫多妻のイメージも家父長制度のイメージも重なってきます。ちょっと違和感が起こるのも事実です。ただ詩人シェリーがライオンで表象したものはちょっと再読ですね。そこではライオンは雄々しく権力にたちむかう象徴になっているのですね。ライオンキングというミュージカルもありますね。アニメもあって見た覚えがあります。ライオンが象徴するものとは？
驚きはいつでも身近にある。ロマン派の詩人の詩が飛び込んできたことに胸がどきんとなった。イギリスの知の裾野は深くて広い。長い歴史の蓄積の上に積み重ねられる知恵なり知識があるのは事実だろうが、絶えずわたしたちは新しい知見なり発見や解釈で目覚めなければならないようだ。生きている限りこの世界の不思議、謎解きと向き合っているようだ。現在わたしたちを包んでいる不思議な現象はなぜか、メディアがSNSも含めて偏向し真実が、事実が見えにくくなっている現在である。大きななにか、蜘蛛の糸に絡められているような予見がして、落ち着かない。Devid IckeさんはYouTubeの動画のインタビューを視聴して知っていたのだが、２０１６年のアメリカ大統領選挙の時、かなり研究室にこもってアメリカや英国などのネットメディアを視聴していたせいで、特異な状況分析で名前を知った。なるほどこんな考え、世界の捉え方もあるのかという印象。日本語に翻訳された書があることを最近しった。知人が文庫が安く手に入ったよという事で２冊読み終わって持ってきてくれたのだが、まだ丁寧に読めていない。ただ、冒頭のシェリーの詩とヘイグさんの絵画に惹かれている。詩人シェリーの凄さが迫ってきた。
いかなる時にも表現や言論の自由は阻害されてはならないと思う。多様な見解や解釈があっていいこの世界だと言えようか。言論が一つになった時、個人の自由も鎖につながれることになるのだろう。ちょっと現況は怖いような～。ワクチンパスポートとか～。オーウェルの『１９８４年』をはるかに凌駕する世界的な全体主義政府の登場が未来の道筋だとは思いたくないが、なぜか一つの方向に進んでいるのかと思うと気になってくる。ワクチン接種に疑問を持っているゆえに～。小鳥たちがさえずっているこの平穏に見える空間、青虫やカタツムリと顔を突き合わせる空間が虚構ではないことは確かだ。しかしかなたとこなた、こなたとかなたはつながっている。
パーシー・ビッシュ・シェリー（Percy Bysshe Shelley、1792年8月4日 - 1822年7月8日）は、イングランドのロマン派詩人。小説家のメアリー・シェリーは妻。フランケンシュタインの作者はメアリー・シェリーだ。https://ja.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E3%83%91%E3%83%BC%E3%82%B7%E3%83%BC%E3%83%BB%E3%83%93%E3%83%83%E3%82%B7%E3%83%A5%E3%83%BB%E3%82%B7%E3%82%A7%E3%83%AA%E3%83%BC
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Masque_of_Anarchy無秩序の仮面←凄い題名です！
The Mask of Anarchy:http://knarf.english.upenn.edu/PShelley/anarchy.html
Written on the Occasion of the Massacre at Manchester
By Percy Bysshe Shelley
1
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.
2
I met Murder on the way--
He had a mask like Castlereagh--
Very smooth he looked, yet grim;
Seven blood-hounds followed him:
3
All were fat; and well they might
Be in admirable plight, 10
For one by one, and two by two,
He tossed them human hearts to chew
4
Which from his wide cloak he drew.
Next came Fraud, and he had on,
Like Eldon, an ermined gown;
His big tears, for he wept well,
Turned to mill-stones as they fell.
5
And the little children, who
Round his feet played to and fro,
Thinking every tear a gem, 20
Had their brains knocked out by them.
6
Clothed with the Bible, as with light,
And the shadows of the night,
Like Sidmouth, next, Hypocrisy
On a crocodile rode by.
7
And many more Destructions played
In this ghastly masquerade,
All disguised, even to the eyes,
Like Bishops, lawyers, peers, or spies.
8
Last came Anarchy: he rode 30
On a white horse, splashed with blood;
He was pale even to the lips,
Like Death in the Apocalypse.
9
And he wore a kingly crown;
And in his grasp a sceptre shone;
On his brow this mark I saw--
'I AM GOD, AND KING, AND LAW!'
10
With a pace stately and fast,
Over English land he passed,
Trampling to a mire of blood 40
The adoring multitude.
11
And a mighty troop around,
With their trampling shook the ground,
Waving each a bloody sword,
For the service of their Lord.
12
And with glorious triumph, they
Rode through England proud and gay,
Drunk as with intoxication
Of the wine of desolation.
13
O'er fields and towns, from sea to sea, 50
Passed the Pageant swift and free,
Tearing up, and trampling down;
Till they came to London town.
14
And each dweller, panic-stricken,
Felt his heart with terror sicken
Hearing the tempestuous cry
Of the triumph of Anarchy.
15
For with pomp to meet him came,
Clothed in arms like blood and flame,
The hired murderers, who did sing 60
`Thou art God, and Law, and King.
16
We have waited, weak and lone
For thy coming, Mighty One!
Our purses are empty, our swords are cold,
Give us glory, and blood, and gold.'
17
Lawyers and priests, a motley crowd,
To the earth their pale brows bowed;
Like a bad prayer not over loud,
Whispering -- `Thou art Law and God.' --
18
Then all cried with one accord, 70
`Thou art King, and God, and Lord;
Anarchy, to thee we bow,
Be thy name made holy now!'
19
And Anarchy, the Skeleton,
Bowed and grinned to every one,
As well as if his education
Had cost ten millions to the nation.
20
For he knew the Palaces
Of our Kings were rightly his;
His the sceptre, crown, and globe, 80
And the gold-inwoven robe.
21
So he sent his slaves before
To seize upon the Bank and Tower,
And was proceeding with intent
To meet his pensioned Parliament
22
When one fled past, a maniac maid,
And her name was Hope, she said:
But she looked more like Despair,
And she cried out in the air:
23
`My father Time is weak and gray 90
With waiting for a better day;
See how idiot-like he stands,
Fumbling with his palsied hands!
24
`He has had child after child,
And the dust of death is piled
Over every one but me--
Misery, oh, Misery!'
25
Then she lay down in the street,
Right before the horses' feet,
Expecting, with a patient eye, 100
Murder, Fraud, and Anarchy.
26
When between her and her foes
A mist, a light, an image rose,
Small at first, and weak, and frail
Like the vapour of a vale:
27
Till as clouds grow on the blast,
Like tower-crowned giants striding fast,
And glare with lightnings as they fly,
And speak in thunder to the sky,
28
It grew -- a Shape arrayed in mail 110
Brighter than the viper's scale,
And upborne on wings whose grain
Was as the light of sunny rain.
29
On its helm, seen far away,
A planet, like the Morning's, lay;
And those plumes its light rained through
Like a shower of crimson dew.
30
With step as soft as wind it passed
O'er the heads of men -- so fast
That they knew the presence there, 120
And looked, -- but all was empty air.
31
As flowers beneath May's footstep waken,
As stars from Night's loose hair are shaken,
As waves arise when loud winds call,
Thoughts sprung where'er that step did fall.
32
And the prostrate multitude
Looked -- and ankle-deep in blood,
Hope, that maiden most serene,
Was walking with a quiet mien:
33
And Anarchy, the ghastly birth, 130
Lay dead earth upon the earth;
The Horse of Death tameless as wind
Fled, and with his hoofs did grind
To dust the murderers thronged behind.
34
A rushing light of clouds and splendour,
A sense awakening and yet tender
Was heard and felt -- and at its close
These words of joy and fear arose
35
As if their own indignant Earth
Which gave the sons of England birth 140
Had felt their blood upon her brow,
And shuddering with a mother's throe
36
Had turnèd every drop of blood
By which her face had been bedewed
To an accent unwithstood,--
As if her heart had cried aloud:
37
`Men of England, heirs of Glory,
Heroes of unwritten story,
Nurslings of one mighty Mother,
Hopes of her, and one another; 150
38
`Rise like Lions after slumber まどろみから醒めた獅子のごとく立ち上がれ
In unvanquishable number, 制圧不可能な人数となって
Shake your chains to earth like dew 眠っている間につながれた鎖を震わせ
Which in sleep had fallen on you -- 霧のように大地に振り落とせ
Ye are many -- they are few. あなた方は多勢だ 相手は無勢だ
39
`What is Freedom? -- ye can tell 自由とは何だ
That which slavery is, too well -- 隷従とは何か？ と問えば誰でも答えることができる
For its very name has grown まさに奴隷と名付けるべき存在に
To an echo of your own.< あなた方はなってしまった
40
`'Tis to work and have such pay 隷属とは、労働することだ
As just keeps life from day to day 暴君の暮らしを支える監獄の中にいて
In your limbs, as in a cell その日の四肢の生命を維持するだけの賃金を得ることだ （以下某書の中に一部日本語訳があるので後で付け加えます！）
For the tyrants' use to dwell,
41
`So that ye for them are made
Loom, and plough, and sword, and spade,
With or without your own will bent
To their defence and nourishment.
42
`'Tis to see your children weak
With their mothers pine and peak,
When the winter winds are bleak,--
They are dying whilst I speak.
43
`'Tis to hunger for such diet
As the rich man in his riot
Casts to the fat dogs that lie
Surfeiting beneath his eye;
44
`'Tis to let the Ghost of Gold
Take from Toil a thousandfold
More than e'er its substance could
In the tyrannies of old.
45
`Paper coin -- that forgery
Of the title-deeds, which ye
Hold to something of the worth
Of the inheritance of Earth.
46
`'Tis to be a slave in soul
And to hold no strong control
Over your own wills, but be
All that others make of ye.
47
`And at length when ye complain
With a murmur weak and vain
'Tis to see the Tyrant's crew
Ride over your wives and you--
Blood is on the grass like dew.
48
`Then it is to feel revenge
Fiercely thirsting to exchange
Blood for blood -- and wrong for wrong --
Do not thus when ye are strong.
49
`Birds find rest, in narrow nest
When weary of their wingèd quest;
Beasts find fare, in woody lair
When storm and snow are in the air,1
50
`Asses, swine, have litter spread
And with fitting food are fed;
All things have a home but one--
Thou, Oh, Englishman, hast none!
51
`This is Slavery -- savage men,
Or wild beasts within a den
Would endure not as ye do--
But such ills they never knew.
52
`What art thou Freedom? O! could slaves
Answer from their living graves 210
This demand -- tyrants would flee
Like a dream's dim imagery:
53
`Thou art not, as impostors say,
A shadow soon to pass away,
A superstition, and a name
Echoing from the cave of Fame.
54
`For the labourer thou art bread,
And a comely table spread
From his daily labour come
In a neat and happy home.
55
`Thou art clothes, and fire, and food
For the trampled multitude--
No -- in countries that are free
Such starvation cannot be
As in England now we see.
56
`To the rich thou art a check,
When his foot is on the neck
Of his victim, thou dost make
That he treads upon a snake.
57
`Thou art Justice -- ne'er for gold
May thy righteous laws be sold
As laws are in England -- thou
Shield'st alike the high and low.
58
`Thou art Wisdom -- Freemen never
Dream that God will damn for ever
All who think those things untrue
Of which Priests make such ado.
59
`Thou art Peace -- never by thee
Would blood and treasure wasted be
As tyrants wasted them, when all
Leagued to quench thy flame in Gaul.
60
`What if English toil and blood
Was poured forth, even as a flood?
It availed, Oh, Liberty,
To dim, but not extinguish thee.
61
`Thou art Love -- the rich have kissed
Thy feet, and like him following Christ,
Give their substance to the free
And through the rough world follow thee,
62
`Or turn their wealth to arms, and make
War for thy belovèd sake
On wealth, and war, and fraud--whence they
Drew the power which is their prey.
63
`Science, Poetry, and Thought
Are thy lamps; they make the lot
Of the dwellers in a cot
So serene, they curse it not.
64
`Spirit, Patience, Gentleness,
All that can adorn and bless
Art thou -- let deeds, not words, express
Thine exceeding loveliness.
65
`Let a great Assembly be
Of the fearless and the free
On some spot of English ground
Where the plains stretch wide around.
66
`Let the blue sky overhead,
The green earth on which ye tread,
All that must eternal be
Witness the solemnity.
67
`From the corners uttermost
Of the bonds of English coast;
From every hut, village, and town
Where those who live and suffer moan
For others' misery or their own.2
68
`From the workhouse and the prison
Where pale as corpses newly risen,
Women, children, young and old
Groan for pain, and weep for cold--
69
`From the haunts of daily life
Where is waged the daily strife
With common wants and common cares
Which sows the human heart with tares--
70
`Lastly from the palaces
Where the murmur of distress
Echoes, like the distant sound
Of a wind alive around
71
`Those prison halls of wealth and fashion,
Where some few feel such compassion
For those who groan, and toil, and wail
As must make their brethren pale--
72
`Ye who suffer woes untold,
Or to feel, or to behold
Your lost country bought and sold
With a price of blood and gold--
73
`Let a vast assembly be,
And with great solemnity
Declare with measured words that ye
Are, as God has made ye, free--
74
`Be your strong and simple words
Keen to wound as sharpened swords,
And wide as targes let them be,
With their shade to cover ye.
75
`Let the tyrants pour around
With a quick and startling sound,
Like the loosening of a sea,
Troops of armed emblazonry.
76
`Let the charged artillery drive
Till the dead air seems alive
With the clash of clanging wheels,
And the tramp of horses' heels.
77
`Let the fixèd bayonet
Gleam with sharp desire to wet
Its bright point in English blood
Looking keen as one for food.
78
`Let the horsemen's scimitars
Wheel and flash, like sphereless stars
Thirsting to eclipse their burning
In a sea of death and mourning.
79
`Stand ye calm and resolute,
Like a forest close and mute,
With folded arms and looks which are
Weapons of unvanquished war,
80
`And let Panic, who outspeeds
The career of armèd steeds
Pass, a disregarded shade
Through your phalanx undismayed.
81
`Let the laws of your own land,
Good or ill, between ye stand
Hand to hand, and foot to foot,
Arbiters of the dispute,
82
`The old laws of England -- they
Whose reverend heads with age are gray,
Children of a wiser day;
And whose solemn voice must be
Thine own echo -- Liberty!
83
`On those who first should violate
Such sacred heralds in their state
Rest the blood that must ensue,
And it will not rest on you.
84
`And if then the tyrants dare
Let them ride among you there,
Slash, and stab, and maim, and hew,--
What they like, that let them do.
85
`With folded arms and steady eyes,
And little fear, and less surprise,
Look upon them as they slay
Till their rage has died away.
86
`Then they will return with shame
To the place from which they came,
And the blood thus shed will speak
In hot blushes on their cheek.
87
`Every woman in the land
Will point at them as they stand--
They will hardly dare to greet
Their acquaintance in the street.
88
`And the bold, true warriors
Who have hugged Danger in wars
Will turn to those who would be free,
Ashamed of such base company.
89
`And that slaughter to the Nation
Shall steam up like inspiration,
Eloquent, oracular;
A volcano heard afar.
90
`And these words shall then become
Like Oppression's thundered doom
Ringing through each heart and brain,
Heard again -- again -- again--
91
`Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number--
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you--
Ye are many -- they are few.'
1. The following stanza is found in the Wise MS. and in Mary Shelley's edition of 1839, but is wanting in the Hunt MS. and in the first edition of 1832:--
'Horses, oxen, have a home,
When from daily toil they come;
Household dogs, when the wind roars,
Find a home within warm doors.'
2. The following stanza is found (cancelled) at this place in the Wise MS.:--
'From the cities where from caves,
Like the dead from putrid graves,
Troops of starvelings gliding come,
Living Tenants of a tomb.'
