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Sign up for LibraryThing to find out whether you'll like this book. No current Talk conversations about this book. Shelley seems to forget sometimes when he's supposed to be pretending that a character is speaking and not himself, but it's still pretty stirring stuff and plenty accurate for the same targets today. ( ) The greatest satire on social and political inequity, hence pointed at U.S. 2017. "Whence, thinkst thou, kings and parasites arose?/ Whence that unnatural line of droves, who heap/ Toil and unvanquishable penury/ On those who build their palaces, and bring/ Their daily bread?--From vice, black loathsome vice." Seems to me the Parasitic Party that runs the U.S. plans to pass the most parasitic budget, one inconceivable to all prior generations. But Shelley also consoles, no need for religious punishment of black vice: "There needeth not the hell that bigots frame/ To punish those who err: earth in itself/ Contains at once the evil and the cure." Shelley's most astonishing lines meant to console: "From kings, and priests, and statesmen, war arose, Whose safety is man's deep unbettered woe, Whose grandeur his debasement..." "Yon populous city, rears its [Trumpster] tower And seems itself a city. Gloomy troops Of sentinels [security]...The Dweller there Cannot be free and happy; hearest thee not The curses of the fatherless, the groans Of those who have no friend? He passes on: The King, the wearer of a gilded [throne/chain] That binds his soul to objectness, the fool Whom courtiers nickname monarch, whilst a slave Even to basest appetites--that man Heeds not the shriek of penury; he smiles At the deep curses which the destitute Mutter in secret, and a sullen joy Pervades his heart when thousands groan..." The poet is not a fan of business: "Hence commerce springs, the venal interchange Of all that human art or nature yield.. Commerce! beneath whose poison-breathing shade* No solitary virtue dares to spring; But poverty and wealth with equal hand Scatter their withering curses... Commerce has set the mark of selfishness, The signet of its all-enslaving power Upon a shining ore, called it gold... The iron rod of penury compels Her wretched slave to bow and knee to wealth." "A life of horror from the blighty bane Of commerce: whilst the pestilence that springs From unenjoying sensualism, has filled All human life with Hydra-headed woes." I read and taught this yearly from the Complete Works, vol I (NY: Gordian, 1968) in my English Lit Survey, semester 2, sophomore year. But 2017 makes its meaning precise. Shelley died at 29, sailing his custom-made craft past the islands in the Gulf of Spezia, which we saw on a lovely but darkening day. The house where he roomed is open for visitors at certain hours. His wife Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley created a monster, not human like the monster Shelley depicts in Queen Mab. With the Brontes, the Shelleys the most literary English family, although there are many others. no reviews | add a review
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1821. Excerpt: ... and millions of suns are ranged around us, all attended by innumerable worlds, yet calm, regular, and harmonious, all keeping the paths of immutable necessity. IV. Page 87. These are the hired bravoes who defend The Tyrant's throne. To employ murder as a means of justice, is an idea which a man of an enlightened mind will not dwell upon with pleasure. To march forth in rank and file, with all the pomp of streamers and trumpets, for the purpose of shooting at our fellow-men as a mark; to inflict upon them all the variety of wound and anguish; to leave them weltering in their blood; to wander over the field of desolation, and count the number of the dying and the dead--are employments which in thesis we may maintain to be necessary, but which no. good man will contemplate with gratulation and delight. A battle we suppose is won: --thus truth is established --thus the cause of justice is confirmed It surely requires no common sagacity to discern the connection between this immense heap of calamities, and the assertion of truth, or the maintenance of justice. Kings and ministers of state, the real authors of the calamity, sit unmolested in their cabinet, while those against whom the fury of the storm is directed, are, for the most part, persons who have been trepanned into the service, or who are dragged unwillingly from their peaceful homes into the field of battle. A soldier is a man whose business it is to kill those who never offended him, and who are the innocent martyrs of other men's iniquities. Whatever may become of the abstract question of the justiflableness of war, it seems impossible that the soldier should not be a depraved and unnatural being. To these more serious and momentous considerations it may be proper to add a recollection of the ridic.. No library descriptions found. |
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