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England in 1819

1 An old, mad, blind, despis’d, and dying king, Leave a comment on line 1 0
2 Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow Leave a comment on line 2 0
3 Through public scorn — mud from a muddy spring, Leave a comment on line 3 0
4 Rulers who neither see, nor feel, nor know, Leave a comment on line 4 0
5 But leech-like to their fainting country cling, Leave a comment on line 5 0
6 Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow, Leave a comment on line 6 0
7 A people starv’d and stabb’d in the untill’d field, Leave a comment on line 7 0
8 An army, which liberticide and prey Leave a comment on line 8 0
9 Makes as a two-edg’d sword to all who wield, Leave a comment on line 9 0
10 Golden and sanguine laws which tempt and slay, Leave a comment on line 10 0
11 Religion Christless, Godless — a book seal’d, Leave a comment on line 11 0
12 A Senate — Time’s worst statute unrepeal’d, Leave a comment on line 12 0
13 Are graves, from which a glorious Phantom may Leave a comment on line 13 0
14 Burst, to illumine our tempestuous day. Leave a comment on line 14 2

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Source: https://marginalia.sunygeneseoenglish.org/short-poems/england-in-1819/

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