Sonnet: England in 1819

Published by Mrs. Shelley, "Poetical Works", 1839, 1st edition.

 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.