Alfred Tennyson (1809-1892), "Locksley Hall Sixty Years After," lines 127-150:
Chaos, Cosmos! Cosmos, Chaos! once again the sickening game;
Freedom, free to slay herself, and dying while they shout her name.
Step by step we gain'd a freedom known to Europe, known to all;
Step by step we rose to greatness, — thro' the tonguesters we may fall. 130
You that woo the Voices — tell them 'old experience is a fool,'
Teach your flatter'd kings that only those who cannot read can rule.
Pluck the mighty from their seat, but set no meek ones in their place;
Pillory Wisdom in your markets, pelt your offal at her face.
Tumble Nature heel o'er head, and, yelling with the yelling street, 135
Set the feet above the brain and swear the brain is in the feet.
Bring the old dark ages back without the faith, without the hope,
Break the State, the Church, the Throne, and roll their ruins down the slope.
Authors — essayist, atheist, novelist, realist, rhymester, play your part,
Paint the mortal shame of nature with the living hues of art. 140
Rip your brothers' vices open, strip your own foul passions bare;
Down with Reticence, down with Reverence — forward — naked — let them stare,
Feed the budding rose of boyhood with the drainage of your sewer;
Send the drain into the fountain, lest the stream should issue pure.
Set the maiden fancies wallowing in the troughs of Zolaism, — 145
Forward, forward, ay, and backward, downward too into the abysm!
Do your best to charm the worst, to lower the rising race of men;
Have we risen from out the beast, then back into the beast again?
Only 'dust to dust' for me that sicken at your lawless din,
Dust in wholesome old-world dust before the newer world begin. 150