On a Fete at Carlton House: Fragment
By the mossy brink, With me the Prince shall sit and think; Shall muse in visioned Regency, Rapt in bright dreams of dawning Royalty.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
By the mossy brink, With me the Prince shall sit and think; Shall muse in visioned Regency, Rapt in bright dreams of dawning Royalty.
A speaker pulls the Prince aside from the noise of a palace fete, imagining a quiet moment together on a mossy riverbank. There, the future George IV will sit and think, lost in “visioned Regency”—a phrase that suggests not just planning, but almost hallucinating the role he is about to inherit.
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