Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

Sonnet: 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 tempestuous day.

Comments about Sonnet: England In 1819 by Percy Bysshe Shelley

  • Rookie - 39 Points Jetty J Newnham (4/9/2013 7:18:00 AM)

    I'm reading this again & again, england hasn't changed the day after thatcher died! One down! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 1, 2010

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