Fortolkning af sonnet: England 1819

Hej alle. Vi har et AT-forløb om den franske revolution. Fagene er engelsk og historie.

En af mine opgaver er, at jeg skal analysere digtet, som står skrevet nedenunder. Kunne rigtig godt tænke mig noget hjælp :)

Sonnet: England in 1819

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,
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.

Percy Bysshe Shelle