Sonnet: England In 1819.
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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