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The Mask Of Anarchy

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I.
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.

II.
I met Murder on the way-
He had a mask like Castlereagh-
Very smooth he looked, yet grim;

Seven blood-hounds followed him:
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Marcus T Bash 04 May 2016

Loved it! What do they call poems like this anyways?

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Jetty J Newnham 19 April 2013

Real english history not, some nonsense about so called royalty! Rise like lions from your slumber's! We are many they are few

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