
The speaker condemns multitudes tamed by tyranny and questions the worth of unity imposed by force or custom. A person must rule himself by mastering his will, hopes, and fears.
By Percy Bysshe Shelley · Genre: Sonnet, Political Poetry, Philosophical Poetry · 163 words
Nor happiness, nor majesty, nor fame, / Nor peace, nor strength, nor skill in arms or arts, / Shepherd those herds whom tyranny makes tame; / Verse echoes not one beating of their hearts, / History is but the shadow of their shame, / Art veils her glass, or from the pageant starts / As to oblivion their blind millions fleet, / Staining that Heaven with obscene imagery / Of their own likeness. What are numbers knit / By force or custom? Man who man would be, / Must rule the empire of himself; in it / Must be supreme, establishing his throne / On vanquished will, quelling the anarchy / Of hopes and fears, being himself alone.
Sonnet: Political Greatness is listed on Textopian as a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley, dated Date unknown.
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tyranny · self-rule · self-mastery · political power · sonnet