POEMS WRITTEN IN 1819. SONNET: ENGLAND IN 1819. AN old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king,— Rulers who neither see, nor feel, nor know, An army, which liberticide and prey Makes as a two-edged sword to all who wield SONG TO THE MEN OF ENGLAND. I. MEN of England, wherefore plough 11. Wherefore feed, and clothe, and save, your sweat-nay, drink your blood? III. Wherefore, Bees of England, forge IV. Have ye leisure, comfort, calm, V. The seed ye sow, another reaps; VI. Sow seed, but let no tyrant reap ; VII. Shrink to your cellars, holes, and cells; Why shake the chains ye wrought? Ye see |