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A TALE OF SOCIETY AS IT IS, by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: She was an aged woman; and the years Last Line: Wake in this scene of legal misery. | ||||||||
I SHE was an aged woman; and the years Which she had numbered on her toil-some way Had bowed her natural powers to decay. She was an aged woman; yet the ray Which faintly glimmered through her starting tears, Pressed into light by silent misery, Hath soul's imperishable energy. She was a cripple, and incapable To add one mite to gold-fed luxury; And therefore did her spirit dimly feel That poverty, the crime of tainting stain, Would merge her in its depths, never to rise again. II One only son's love had supported her. She long had struggled with infirmity, Lingering to human life-scenes; for to die, When fate has spared to rend some mental tie, Would many wish, and surely fewer dare. But, when the tyrant's bloodhounds forced the child For his cursed power unhallowed arms to wield -- Bend to another's will -- become a thing More senseless than the sword of battle-field -- Then did she feel keen sorrow's keenest sting; And many years had passed ere comfort they would bring. III For seven years did this poor woman live In unparticipated solitude. Thou mightst have seen her in the forest rude Picking the scattered remnants of its wood. If human, thou mightst then have learned to grieve. The gleanings of precarious charity Her scantiness of food did scarce supply. The proofs of an unspeaking sorrow dwelt Within her ghastly hollowness of eye: Each arrow of the season's change she felt. Yet still she groans, ere yet her race were run, One only hope: it was -- once more to see her son. IV It was an eve of June, when every star Spoke peace from heaven to those on earth that live. She rested on the moor. 'T was such an eve When first her soul began indeed to grieve; Then he was there; now he is very far. The sweetness of the balmy evening A sorrow o'er her aged soul did fling, Yet not devoid of rapture's mingled tear; A balm was in the poison of the sting. This aged sufferer for many a year Had never felt such comfort. She suppressed A sigh -- and, turning round, clasped William to her breast! V And, though his form was wasted by the woe Which tyrants on their victims love to wreak, Though his sunk eyeballs and his faded cheek Of slavery's violence and scorn did speak, Yet did the aged woman's bosom glow. The vital fire seemed reillumed within By this sweet unexpected welcoming. Oh, consummation of the fondest hope That ever soared on fancy's wildest wing! Oh, tenderness that found'st so sweet a scope! Prince who dost pride thee on thy mighty sway, When thou canst feel such love, thou shalt be great as they! VI Her son, compelled, the country's foes had fought, Had bled in battle; and the stern control Which ruled his sinews and coerced his soul Utterly poisoned life's unmingled bowl, And unsubduable evils on him brought. He was the shadow of the lusty child Who, when the time of summer season smiled, Did earn for her a meal of honesty, And with affectionate discourse beguiled The keen attacks of pain and poverty; Till Power, as envying her this only joy, From her maternal bosom tore the unhappy boy. VII And now cold charity's unwelcome dole Was insufficient to support the pair; And they would perish rather than would bear The law's stern slavery, and the insolent stare With which law loves to rend the poor man's soul -- The bitter scorn, the spirit-sinking noise Of heartless mirth which women, men and boys Wake in this scene of legal misery. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADONAIS; AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF JOHN KEATS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY ALASTOR; OR, THE SPIRIT OF SOLITUDE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY AUTUMN: A DIRGE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY ENGLAND IN 1819 by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY EPIPSYCHIDION by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY FEELINGS OF A REPUBLICAN ON THE FALL OF BONAPARTE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY HYMN OF PAN by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY HYMN TO INTELLECTUAL BEAUTY by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY LINES WRITTEN ON HEARING THE NEWS OF THE DEATH OF NAPOLEON by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY MONT BLANC; LINES WRITTEN IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY |
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