Poetry Fettered Fetters The Human Race.

I Was In A Printing-house In Hell, And Saw The Method In Which Knowledge Is Transmitted From Generation To Generation.

Silent As Despairing Love, And Strong As Jealousy.

In Every Cry Of Every Man, In Every Infant's Cry Of Fear, In Every Voice, In Every Ban, The Mind-forg'd Manacles I Hear.

He Who Doubts From What He Sees Will Ne'er Believe, Do What You Please.

One Law For The Lion And Ox Is Oppression.