William Blake on England

With this post I continue my series of postings from classic literature. This is what William Blake, England’s finest poet, has to say about England. I think we should take his words seriously because clearly he had some experience to draw on.

A curse for England, false and base

Where nothing can prosper but disgrace

Where crushed is each flower’s tender form,

And decay and corruption feed the worm . . .

The winner’s shout, the loser’s curse

Go with Old England’s black funeral hearse . . .

By William Blake


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