“Rise like Lions after
slumber
In unvanquishable number—
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you—
Ye are many—they are few." —English Romantic poet Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822), “The Mask of Anarchy: Written on the Occasion of the Massacre at Manchester” (1819)
Two hundred years ago
today, Percy Bysshe Shelley drowned in a shipwreck off the coast of Italy
at age 29. His private behavior (including adultery) and open radicalism (most
notoriously at the time, his avowed atheism) scandalized the English public,
and as with the older poet he admired and befriended, Lord Byron, overshadowed
his enormous technical skill and grace with verse.
Once the controversies of
his lifetime died down, that abundant talent could be better appreciated. At
the same time, once that occurred, it also diluted the force of his personal demonstration
that “poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world."
Shelley lived virtually every
day of his adult life on the edge. He was skeptical alike in matters of faith
and governance, calling, for instance, for his country’s common people to protest
the “massacre” alluded to in the above verses at Peterloo, England, in August
1819, when saber-wielding cavalry charged on thousands gathered to demand parliamentary
reform.
It would take nearly a
half century for parliamentary reform to be enacted in full. It would be seven
years after Shelley’s decade for another one of his causes, Catholic Emancipation,
to be realized. His defiance towards convention remains an abiding impulse
shuddered at by the likes of the neoconservative English journalist and historian
Paul Johnson, who included him in his rogues’ gallery of leftist Intellectuals
(1989).
For an interesting
consideration of the circumstances surrounding Shelley’s death—including conspiracy
theories that inevitably circulated—I urge you to read Madeleine Callaghan’s post from the Liverpool University Press Blog.
In unvanquishable number—
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you—
Ye are many—they are few." —English Romantic poet Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822), “The Mask of Anarchy: Written on the Occasion of the Massacre at Manchester” (1819)
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