Against tyrants. Is that righteous rage extinct?
How you smote the scourge of Italy, the false Man of December!
Can it be that he who did so, doing so, winked?
7.
No: the lust of right, the thirst for noble freedom, Sir, live in you,
Splendid brighteners of the splendour of your fame.
All is well with that; but wherefore should the scurril chorus win you
To cast dust upon another noble name?
8.
It is stale and slanderous fustian, all this talk of “blood” and “lies,”