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Sonnet To Liberty

OT that I love thy children, whose dull

See nothing save their own unlovely woe,

Whose minds know nothing, nothing care to know,—But that the roar of thy Democracies,

Thy reigns of Terror, thy great Anarchies,

Mirror my wildest passions like the sea,—And give my rage a brother——!

Liberty!

For this sake only do thy dissonant

Delight my discreet soul, else might all

By bloody knout or treacherous cannonades                 Rob nations of their rights

And I remain unmoved—and yet, and yet,

These Christs that die upon the barricades,

God knows it I am with them, in some things.

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Oscar Wilde

Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde (16 October 1854 – 30 November 1900) was an Irish poet and playwright. After writing in different forms thr…

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