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ENGLAND IN 1819 |
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1. An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king, 2. Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow 3. Through public scorn,-mud from a muddy spring, 4. Rulers who neither see, nor feel, nor know, 5. But leechlike to their fainting country cling, 6. Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow, 7. A people starved and stabbed in the untilled field, 8. An army, which liberticide and prey 9. Makes as a two-edged sword to all who wield, 10. Golden and sanguine laws which tempt and slay; 11. Religion Christless, Godless-a book sealed; 12. A Senate,--Time's worst statute unrepealed, 13. Are graves, from which a glorious Phantom may 14. Burst, to illumine our tempestous day.
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The poet describes the state of England in 1819:
Each of these things, the speaker says, is like a grave from which "a glorious Phantom may burst to illuminate our tempestuous day." The poem ends with an intimation of future revolution.
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Thème: Shelley, exiled in Italy but following the news from England, summarised his nation’s ills in this sonnet. Shelley 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." "England in 1819" bitterly lists the flaws in England's social fabric. The furious, violent metaphors Shelley employs throughout this list (nobles as leeches in muddy water, the army as a two-edged sword, religion as a sealed book, Parliament as an unjust law) leave no doubt about his feelings on the state of his nation. Then, surprisingly, the final couplet concludes with a note of passionate Shelleyean optimism: from these "graves" a "glorious Phantom" may "burst to illumine our tempestuous day." What this Phantom might be is not specified in the poem, but it seems to hint simultaneously at the Spirit of the "Hymn to Intellectual Beauty" and at the possibility of liberty won through revolution, as it was won in France.
Form : Is a sonnet, a fourteen-line poem metered in iambic pentameter. Like many of Shelley's sonnets, it does not fit the rhyming patterns one might expect from a nineteenth-century sonnet; instead, the traditional Petrarchan division between the first eight lines and the final six lines is disregarded, so that certain rhymes appear in both sections: ABABABCDCDCCDD. The style of this poem is actually extremely unpoetic in a traditional sense. The phrasing is often short and brutal, giving the sonnet the air of a telegraphic report. |
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