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,
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not much has changed! the day after thatcher died has much changed One down!
the reason I love to read Shelley is the honesty in which he wrote a real challange to all that was wrong with the world. & still is
A great and bold poem narrating the tumultuous and dispairing conditions prevailing in England during 1819. Thanks for sharing it here.