England in 1819An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying King;Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flowThrough public scorn,—mud from a muddy spring;Rulers who neither see nor feel nor know,But leechlike to their fainting country clingTill they drop, blind in blood, without a blow.A people starved and stabbed in th’ untilled field;An army, whom … Continue reading England in 1819 – Shelley – Comments