Author: Oscar Wilde  | Date: 1881


Not that I love thy children, whose dull eyes

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 his sake only do thy dissonant cries

Delight my discreet soul, else might all kings

By bloody knout or treacherous cannonades

Rob nations of their rights inviolate

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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Chicago: Oscar Wilde, "Sonnet to Liberty," Eleutheria Original Sources, accessed December 9, 2022, http://originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=BW37G2SDBPSGLAV.

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