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Shall England consummate the crime	A
That binds the murderer's hand and leaves	B
No surety for the trust of thieves	B
Time pleads against it truth and time	A
And pity frowns and grieves	B
The hoary henchman of the gang	C
Lifts hands that never dew nor rain	D
May cleanse from Gordon's blood again	E
Appealing pity's tenderest pang	C
Thrills his pure heart with pain	D
Grand helmsman of the clamorous crew	F
The good grey recreant quakes and weeps	G
To think that crime no longer creeps	G
Safe toward its end that murderers too	F
May die when mercy sleeps	G
While all the lives were innocent	H
That slaughter drank and laughed with rage	I
Bland virtue sighed A former age	I
Taught murder souls long discontent	J
Can aught save blood assuage	I
You blame not Russian hands that smite	J
By fierce and secret ways the power	K
That leaves not life one chainless hour	K
Have these than they less natural right	J
To claim life's natural dower	L
The dower that freedom brings the slave	M
She weds is vengeance why should we	N
Whom equal laws acclaim as free	N
Think shame if men too blindly brave	M
Steal murder skulk and flee	N
At kings they strike in Russia there	O
Men take their life in hand who slay	P
Kings these that have not heart to lay	P
Hand save on girls whose ravaged hair	O
Is made the patriot's prey	P
These whom the sight of old men slain	D
Makes bold to bid their children die	J
Starved if they hold not peace nor lie	J
Claim loftier praise could others deign	D
To stand in shame so high	J
Could others deign to dare such deeds	Q
As holiest Ireland hallows Nay	P
But justice then makes plain our way	P
Be laws burnt up like burning weeds	Q
That vex the face of day	P
Shall bloodmongers be held of us	R
Blood guilty Hands reached out for gold	J
Whereon blood rusts not yet we hold	J
Bloodless and blameless ever thus	R
Have good men held of old	J
Fair Freedom fledged and imped with lies	S
Takes flight by night where murder lurks	T
And broods on murderous ways and works	T
Yet seems not hideous in our eyes	S
As Austrians or as Turks	T
Be it ours to undo a woful past	J
To bid the bells of concord chime	A
To break the bonds of suffering crime	A
Slack now that some would make more fast	J
Such teaching comes of time	A
So pleads the gentlest heart that lives	U
Whose pity pitiless for all	V
Whom darkling terror holds in thrall	V
Toward none save miscreants yearns and gives	U
Alms of warm tears and gall	V
Hear England and obey for he	N
Who claims thy trust again to day	P
Is he who left thy sons a prey	P
To shame whence only death sets free	N
Hear England and obey	P
Thy spoils he gave to deck the Dutch	W
Thy noblest pride most pure most brave	M
To death forlorn and sure he gave	M
Nor now requires he overmuch	W
Who bids thee dig thy grave	M
Dig deep the grave of shame wherein	X
Thy fame thy commonweal must lie	J
Put thought of aught save terror by	J
To strike and slay the slayer is sin	X
And Murder must not die	J
Bind fast the true man loose the thief	Y
Shamed were the land the laws accursed	J
Were guilt not innocence amerced	J
And dark the wrong and sore the grief	Y
Were tyrants too coerced	J
The fiercest cowards that ever skulked	J
The cowardliest hounds that ever lapped	J
Blood if their horde be tracked and trapped	J
And justice claim their lives for mulct	J
Gnash teeth that flashed and snapped	J
Bow down for fear then England bow	Z
Lest worse befall thee yet and swear	O
That nought save pity conscience care	O
For truth and mercy moves thee now	Z
To call foul falsehood fair	O
So shalt thou live in shame and hear	A2
The lips of all men laugh thee dead	J
The wide world's mockery round thy head	J
Shriek like a storm wind and a bier	A2
Shall be thine honour's bed	J

Algernon Charles Swinburne

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