This from Shelly in 1817 but if you prefer to try this from Edmund Burke in 1770
http://letthemconfectsweeterlies.blogspot.se/2017/03/on-present-discontents-burke-opined.html , Or Going Way Back perhaps Plutarch on Solon's reforms.
I was struck by this poem quoted by Shelly reading the notes to my Giant Sucking Sound Post looking at the French and American Revolutions. And how both Lost their way.
Shelly Wrote at the time of the early death of Princess Charlotte and the Execution of the Pentrich Rebels (1817).
"Close by the ever-burning brimstone beds,Where Bedloe, Oates and Judas, hide their heads,
I saw great Satan like a Sexton stand,
With his intolerable spade in hand,
Digging three graves. Of coffin shape they were,
For those who, coffinless, must enter there
With unblest rites. The shrouds were of that cloth
Which Clotho weaveth in her blackest wrath;
The dismal tinct oppress'd the eye, that dwelt
Upon it long, like darkness to be felt.
The pillows to these baleful beds were toads,
Large, living, livid, melancholy loads,
Whose softness shock'd. Worms of all monstrous size
Crawl'd round; and one upcoil'd, which never dies.
A doleful bell, inculcating despair,
Was always ringing in the heavy air.
And all about the detestable pit
Strange headless ghosts, and quarter'd forms, did flit;
Rivers of blood, from living traitors spilt,
by treachery stung from poverty to guilt.
I ask'd the fiend, for whom these rites were meant?
"These graves," quoth he, "when life's brief oil is spent,
When the dark night comes, and they're sinking bedwards,
—I mean for Castles, Oliver, and Edwards."
And the Baards of wales would not give praises to the conquering Edward,
instead they spoke words of truth in poem and song
made insolence by violence of the Crown and
they were burnt at the stake for the truth they Spake.
What principality this that burns its priests for speaking truth against the tyrant.
The Baards of Cymru Eire Cornwall Brettagn, Syntagma & St Pauls
reach out to us across the energy of re incarnated spirit and language
Past Heroes deeds and words emulated to assuage
As once the tyrant Tribute sought
These new Caesars take all yet offer nought
once more we offer Insolence in Poetry Song rhyme and reason
to tell the truth thats painted Treason.
Original Poem By Roger Lewis.
After. Arany János' masterpiece.