Percy Bysshe Shelley - Ode To Naples (Antistrophe 1a) lyrics

What though Cimmerian Anarchs dare blaspheme Freedom and thee? thy shield is as a mirror To make their blind slaves see, and with fierce gleam To turn his hungry sword upon the wearer; A new Actaeon's error Shall theirs have been—devoured by their own hounds! Be thou like the imperial Basilisk k**ing thy foe with unapparent wounds! Gaze on Oppression, till at that dread risk Aghast she pa** from the Earth's disk: Fear not, but gaze—for freemen mightier grow, And slaves more feeble, gazing on their foe:— If Hope, and Truth, and Justice may avail, Thou shalt be great—All hail!