Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

England In 1819 - Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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 tempestous day.

Form: Sonnet


Comments about England In 1819 by Percy Bysshe Shelley

  • Rookie - 39 Points Jetty J Newnham (4/9/2013 11:09:00 AM)

    not much has changed! the day after thatcher died has much changed One down! (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 39 Points Jetty J Newnham (9/24/2012 6:52:00 AM)

    the reason I love to read Shelley is the honesty in which he wrote a real challange to all that was wrong with the world. & still is (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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