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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ANARCHY, by ANN YEARSLEY First Line: Furies! Why sleep amid the carnage? -- rise Last Line: "world! Give my monsters way!—death! Keep thy steady chace!" Alternate Author Name(s): Cromartie, Ann Subject(s): Anarchism And Anarchists; Death; Soldiers; War; Dead, The | |||
"Furies! Why sleep amid the carnage?—rise! "Bring up my wolves of war, my pointed spears. "Daggers yet reeking, banners filled with sighs, "And paint your cheeks with gore, and lave your locks in tears. "On yon white bosom see that happy child! "Seize it, deface its infant charms! And say, "Anarchy view'd its mangled limbs and smil'd. "Strike the young mother to the earth!—Away! "This is my æra! O'er the dead I go! "From my hot nostrils minute murders fall! "Behind my burning car lurks feeble Woe! "Fill'd with my dragon's ire, my slaves for kingdoms call! "Hear them not, Father of the ensanguin'd race!— "World! Give my monsters way!—Death! keep thy steady chace!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FRIEND KILLED IN THE WAR by ANTHONY HECHT FOR JAMES MERRILL: AN ADIEU by ANTHONY HECHT TARANTULA: OR THE DANCE OF DEATH by ANTHONY HECHT CHAMPS D?ÇÖHONNEUR by ERNEST HEMINGWAY NOTE TO REALITY by TONY HOAGLAND CLIFTON HILL, SELECTION by ANN YEARSLEY FAMILIAR POEM FROM NISA TO FULVIA OF THE VALE by ANN YEARSLEY |
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