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I	A
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Oh Venice Venice when thy marble walls	B
Are level with the waters there shall be	C
A cry of nations o'er thy sunken halls	B
A loud lament along the sweeping sea	C
If I a northern wanderer weep for thee	C
What should thy sons do anything but weep	D
And yet they only murmur in their sleep	D
In contrast with their fathers as the slime	E
The dull green ooze of the receding deep	D
Is with the dashing of the spring tide foam	F
That drives the sailor shipless to his home	F
Are they to those that were and thus they creep	D
Crouching and crab like through their sapping streets	G
Oh agony that centuries should reap	D
No mellower harvest Thirteen hundred years	H
Of wealth and glory turned to dust and tears	I
And every monument the stranger meets	G
Church palace pillar as a mourner greets	G
And even the Lion all subdued appears	H
And the harsh sound of the barbarian drum	J
With dull and daily dissonance repeats	G
The echo of thy Tyrant's voice along	K
The soft waves once all musical to song	K
That heaved beneath the moonlight with the throng	K
Of gondolas and to the busy hum	J
Of cheerful creatures whose most sinful deeds	L
Were but the overbeating of the heart	M
And flow of too much happiness which needs	L
The aid of age to turn its course apart	M
From the luxuriant and voluptuous flood	N
Of sweet sensations battling with the blood	N
But these are better than the gloomy errors	O
The weeds of nations in their last decay	P
When Vice walks forth with her unsoftened terrors	O
And Mirth is madness and but smiles to slay	P
And Hope is nothing but a false delay	P
The sick man's lightning half an hour ere Death	Q
When Faintness the last mortal birth of Pain	R
And apathy of limb the dull beginning	S
Of the cold staggering race which Death is winning	S
Steals vein by vein and pulse by pulse away	P
Yet so relieving the o'er tortured clay	P
To him appears renewal of his breath	Q
And freedom the mere numbness of his chain	R
And then he talks of Life and how again	T
He feels his spirit soaring albeit weak	U
And of the fresher air which he would seek	U
And as he whispers knows not that he gasps	V
That his thin finger feels not what it clasps	V
And so the film comes o'er him and the dizzy	V
Chamber swims round and round and shadows busy	V
At which he vainly catches flit and gleam	W
Till the last rattle chokes the strangled scream	W
And all is ice and blackness and the earth	X
That which it was the moment ere our birth	X
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II	A
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There is no hope for nations Search the page	Y
Of many thousand years the daily scene	Z
The flow and ebb of each recurring age	Y
The everlasting to be which hath been	A2
Hath taught us nought or little still we lean	Z
On things that rot beneath our weight and wear	B2
Our strength away in wrestling with the air	B2
For't is our nature strikes us down the beasts	V
Slaughtered in hourly hecatombs for feasts	V
Are of as high an order they must go	C2
Even where their driver goads them though to slaughter	D2
Ye men who pour your blood for kings as water	D2
What have they given your children in return	E2
A heritage of servitude and woes	V
A blindfold bondage where your hire is blows	V
What do not yet the red hot ploughshares burn	E2
O'er which you stumble in a false ordeal	F2
And deem this proof of loyalty the real	F2
Kissing the hand that guides you to your scars	V
And glorying as you tread the glowing bars	V
All that your Sires have left you all that Time	E
Bequeaths of free and History of sublime	E
Spring from a different theme Ye see and read	G2
Admire and sigh and then succumb and bleed	H2
Save the few spirits who despite of all	I2
And worse than all the sudden crimes engendered	J2
By the down thundering of the prison wall	I2
And thirst to swallow the sweet waters tendered	J2
Gushing from Freedom's fountains when the crowd	K2
Maddened with centuries of drought are loud	K2
And trample on each other to obtain	R
The cup which brings oblivion of a chain	R
Heavy and sore in which long yoked they ploughed	K2
The sand or if there sprung the yellow grain	R
'Twas not for them their necks were too much bowed	K2
And their dead palates chewed the cud of pain	R
Yes the few spirits who despite of deeds	V
Which they abhor confound not with the cause	V
Those momentary starts from Nature's laws	V
Which like the pestilence and earthquake smite	K2
But for a term then pass and leave the earth	X
With all her seasons to repair the blight	K2
With a few summers and again put forth	L2
Cities and generations fair when free	V
For Tyranny there blooms no bud for thee	V
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III	A
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Glory and Empire once upon these towers	V
With Freedom godlike Triad how you sate	K2
The league of mightiest nations in those hours	V
When Venice was an envy might abate	K2
But did not quench her spirit in her fate	K2
All were enwrapped the feasted monarchs knew	M2
And loved their hostess nor could learn to hate	K2
Although they humbled with the kingly few	M2
The many felt for from all days and climes	V
She was the voyager's worship even her crimes	V
Were of the softer order born of Love	N2
She drank no blood nor fattened on the dead	K2
But gladdened where her harmless conquests spread	K2
For these restored the Cross that from above	N2
Hallowed her sheltering banners which incessant	K2
Flew between earth and the unholy Crescent	K2
Which if it waned and dwindled Earth may thank	O2
The city it has clothed in chains which clank	O2
Now creaking in the ears of those who owe	C2
The name of Freedom to her glorious struggles	V
Yet she but shares with them a common woe	C2
And called the kingdom of a conquering foe	C2
But knows what all and most of all we know	C2
With what set gilded terms a tyrant juggles	V
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IV	C2
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The name of Commonwealth is past and gone	P2
O'er the three fractions of the groaning globe	Q2
Venice is crushed and Holland deigns to own	R2
A sceptre and endures the purple robe	Q2
If the free Switzer yet bestrides alone	R2
His chainless mountains 't is but for a time	E
For Tyranny of late is cunning grown	R2
And in its own good season tramples down	S2
The sparkles of our ashes One great clime	E
Whose vigorous offspring by dividing ocean	T2
Are kept apart and nursed in the devotion	T2
Of Freedom which their fathers fought for and	K2
Bequeathed a heritage of heart and hand	K2
And proud distinction from each other land	K2
Whose sons must bow them at a Monarch's motion	T2
As if his senseless sceptre were a wand	K2
Full of the magic of exploded science	V
Still one great clime in full and free defiance	V
Yet rears her crest unconquered and sublime	E
Above the far Atlantic She has taught	K2
Her Esau brethren that the haughty flag	U2
The floating fence of Albion's feebler crag	U2
May strike to those whose red right hands have bought	K2
Rights cheaply earned with blood Still still for ever	D2
Better though each man's life blood were a river	D2
That it should flow and overflow than creep	D
Through thousand lazy channels in our veins	V
Dammed like the dull canal with locks and chains	V
And moving as a sick man in his sleep	D
Three paces and then faltering better be	V
Where the extinguished Spartans still are free	V
In their proud charnel of Thermopyl	I2
Than stagnate in our marsh or o'er the deep	D
Fly and one current to the ocean add	K2
One spirit to the souls our fathers had	K2
One freeman more America to thee	V

George Gordon Byron

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