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Ode to the Eternal Flame of Liberty

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Это художественная фантазия в стиле поэта Percy Bysshe Shelley. Как бы мог звучать стих, вдохновлённый творчеством мастера?

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Inspired by Shelley's revolutionary spirit in works like 'Ode to the West Wind' and 'The Mask of Anarchy,' this poem channels his passionate advocacy for freedom and lyrical intensity.

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Ode to the Eternal Flame of Liberty

Rise, O Spirit, from thy slumber deep,
Where tyrants bind thee in their iron keep!
The chains that hold thee cannot long endure—
For Freedom's fire burns everlasting, pure.

Across the mountains, where the eagles soar,
I hear the thundering of a distant roar:
'Tis not the tempest, nor the ocean's cry,
But millions rising, lifting spirits high!

What power hath the crowned and sceptered hand
Against the fury of a waking land?
The golden thrones shall crumble into dust,
When people rise, united, true, and just.

O Liberty! Thou beacon ever bright,
That guides the wanderer through endless night,
Thy radiance shall pierce the darkest veil,
And over oppression, truth shall prevail.

The flowers bloom where once the battle raged,
And hope springs forth where suffering had staged
Its cruel theatre of tears and pain—
Yet from such ashes, life is born again.

I've seen the sunset paint the clouds with gold,
And heard the stories that the rivers told
Of ages past when freedom's seed was sown
In hearts of those who claimed the world their own.

No dungeon walls can hold the dreaming mind,
No despot's law can leave the soul confined;
For in each breast there burns a sacred flame
That kings and emperors cannot hope to tame.

Let those who rule with fear and cruel might
Beware the coming of that glorious night
When stars themselves shall witness freedom's birth,
And justice spreads her wings across the earth.

O Wind! Carry these words to distant shores,
Where still the hopeful heart for freedom implores;
Let every mountain, valley, plain, and sea
Echo this anthem of sweet liberty!

The nightingale sings not for gilded cage,
Nor does the lion bow to keeper's rage;
So too shall humankind, unchained, arise—
With freedom's light reflected in their eyes.

Though tempests rage and darkness seems to reign,
The dawn shall break and end this night of pain;
For Liberty, immortal, cannot die—
She lives in every freedom-seeking cry.

So let us pledge, with hearts forever true,
To guard this flame for all who shall pursue
The sacred right to live unchained and free—
Eternal torch of blessed Liberty!

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