Sunday, September 4, 2022

England in 1819 - Percy Bysshe Shelley - 217 / 365 of reading one short story every day.

England in 1819


England in 1819 is a sonnet, a fourteen-line poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley, describing the social structure and the political climate in England in 1819. There is widespread poverty and yet capitalism takes its ugly hold. The poem primarily was about the people's protests against  King George the third.


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 leechlike to their fainting country cling

Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow.

A people starved and stabbed in th’ untilled field;

An army, whom 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.


For all his commitment to romantic ideals of love and beauty, Shelley was also concerned with the real world. He was a fierce denouncer of political power and a passionate advocate for liberty. The result of his political commitment was a series of angry political poems condemning the arrogance of power, including “Ozymandias” and “England in 1819.” Like Wordsworth’s “London, 1802,” “England in 1819” bitterly lists the flaws in England’s social fabric: in order, King George is “old, mad, blind, despised, and dying”; the nobility (“princes”) are insensible leeches draining their country dry; the people are oppressed, hungry, and hopeless, their fields untilled; the army is corrupt and dangerous to its own people; the laws are useless, religion has become morally degenerate, and Parliament (“A Senate”) is “Time’s worst statute unrepealed.”


Adapted from Shelleyblogarchive





1795 vintage painting depiction of attack on King George the third.

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