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ENGLAND IN 1819

By
Percy B. Shelley
1819


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An old, mad, blind, despised and dying king, ---

Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow

Through public scorn, mud from a muddy spring, ---

Rulers who neither see, nor feel, nor know,

But leech-like to their fainting country cling,

Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow, ---

A people starved and stabbed in the untilled field, ---

An army which liberticide and prey

Makes as a two-edged sword to all who wield, ---

Golden and sanguine laws which tempt and slay;

Religion Christless, Godless, a book sealed, ---

A Senate --- Time's worst statute unrepealed, ---

Are graves from which a glorious Phantom may

Burst to illumine our tempestuous day.
 

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