England in 1819

An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king,—Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flowThrough public scorn,—mud from a muddy spring,—Rulers who neither see, nor feel, nor know,But leech-like to their fainting country cling, 5Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow,—A people starved and stabbed in the unfilled field,—An army, which liberticide and preyMakes as a two-edged sword to all who wield,—Golden and sanguine laws which tempt and slay; 10Religion Christless, Godless—a book sealed;A Senate,—Time's worst statute unrepealed,—Are graves, from which a glorious Phantom mayBurst, to illumine our tempestuous day.