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Слушать(AI)Sonnet England in 1819
An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king,--Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who
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
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
Burst, to illumine our tempestuous day.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley (/bɪʃ/ (About this soundlisten) BISH;[1][2] 4 August 1792 – 8 July 1822) was one of the major English Romantic poets, widel
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