The Statue of King Charles at Charing Cross

Upon his horse, with haughty mien,
King Charles surveys the bustling scene.
A monarch’s pride, a kingly air,
He sits immortal, past all care.

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English poet and critic, associated with the Decadent movement. Known for his intense, often melancholic, verse.

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