Monday, August 04, 2008

Old School Ranting

Today is Percy Bysshe Shelley's birthday, and, in honor of the occasion, take a second to enjoy one of his sonnets:

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 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.

He was, of course, writing about the George of his day. As far as I know, though, the rightwing bloggers of the time did not accuse him of suffering from George Derangement Syndrome . . .

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Anonymous Lance Weber said...

Like Mark Twain said: "History doesn't repeat, but it does rhyme."

The Six Acts

Was Shelley's "glorious Phantom" Arthur Thistlewood?

8/05/2008 12:35 AM  
Blogger Dan said...

Lance - I had never heard of Thistlewood before your comment, but please don't make all my Democratic friends think I just dared to post something kind about a Libertarian!

8/05/2008 6:53 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Shelley was an atheist swine: and no atheist belongs in political office.

Every officially atheistic government has been a totalitarian psyho case; look at the Chines trying to enforce atheism on the Tibetans as a means of destroying
their cultural identity.

Shelley is in hell.


The Anti Athist

8/06/2008 6:55 AM  

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