----- 彼得罗的故事
Men of England, heirs of Glory,Heroes of unwritten story,Nurslings of one mighty Mother,Hopes of her, and one another;Rise like Lions after slumberIn unvanquishable number,Shake your chains to earth like dewWhich in sleep had fallen on you -Ye are many - they are few.Let a great Assembly beOf the fearless and the freeOn some spot of English groundWhere the plains stretch wide around.Let the laws of your own land,Good or ill, between ye standHand to hand, and foot to foot,Arbiters of the dispute,The old laws of England - theyWhose reverend heads with age are gray,Children of a wiser day;And whose solemn voice must beThine own echo - Liberty!- From Shelley's Mask of Anarchy, which was written to commemorate Peterloo.
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