An Anthology of Chartist Poetry: Poetry of the British Working Class, 1830s-1850sPeter Scheckner Fairleigh Dickinson Univ Press, 1989 - 353 oldal Chartist poetry was written by and for workers. In contrast with the portrayal of workers by mainstream Victorian writers, Chartist verse is intellectual, complex, and socially conscious and reflects an international outlook. |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 41 találatból.
9. oldal
... Hope 138 Ireland in Chains The Iron God EBENEZER ELLIOTT Corn - Law Rhymes Reform 139 140 141 143 Lines 144 Battle Song 145 The Revolution of 1832 146 Extract from a Preface to a Former Edition 146 Hymn 147 The Primrose 148 Anticipation ...
... Hope 138 Ireland in Chains The Iron God EBENEZER ELLIOTT Corn - Law Rhymes Reform 139 140 141 143 Lines 144 Battle Song 145 The Revolution of 1832 146 Extract from a Preface to a Former Edition 146 Hymn 147 The Primrose 148 Anticipation ...
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... Hope Labour's History England Greatness 213 214 215 215 216 217 220 222 224 EUGENE LA MONT The Land of the Brave and the Free ! 224 Universal Liberty - The Chartist Reaction 225 JONATHAN LEFEVRE The Enslaved 226 WILLIAM JAMES LINTON ...
... Hope Labour's History England Greatness 213 214 215 215 216 217 220 222 224 EUGENE LA MONT The Land of the Brave and the Free ! 224 Universal Liberty - The Chartist Reaction 225 JONATHAN LEFEVRE The Enslaved 226 WILLIAM JAMES LINTON ...
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... Hope forlornest , masked like Despair ! Truth must some day succeed . Thy failure proves — What ? —thy once failing there . Fail yet again if there be martyr need ! Try again ! Like most of the Chartists , Linton had no long - range ...
... Hope forlornest , masked like Despair ! Truth must some day succeed . Thy failure proves — What ? —thy once failing there . Fail yet again if there be martyr need ! Try again ! Like most of the Chartists , Linton had no long - range ...
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... national proportions regarded poetry in such exalted terms . Chartist poetry was more than a way to awaken the masses to struggle : it kept alive their hope for a better world . Chartist Themes Times will set the coldest burning , Times.
... national proportions regarded poetry in such exalted terms . Chartist poetry was more than a way to awaken the masses to struggle : it kept alive their hope for a better world . Chartist Themes Times will set the coldest burning , Times.
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... Hope , denied sepulture , / Roams a weary ghost apart . " Should he " care to struggle " in a world of political reaction ? The poem might have been written in the dark days of the 1940s , when the " heavy tread / Of the Nations with ...
... Hope , denied sepulture , / Roams a weary ghost apart . " Should he " care to struggle " in a world of political reaction ? The poem might have been written in the dark days of the 1940s , when the " heavy tread / Of the Nations with ...
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Alton Locke arms banner battle blood brave bread British brothers called chains Charter Chartist Circular Chartist movement Chartist poetry Chester Gaol child Corn Laws crown dare dark despots Dickens dream E. P. Thompson earth Ebenezer Elliott England English Republic Ernest Jones eyes factory Feargus O'Connor freedom gather George Julian Harney Gerald Massey glorious glory God's gold grave hand Hark Harney hath heart heaven hope Hurrah Ibid John King knaves labour land Leeds General Advertiser liberty literature live London Lord March Massey mighty millions National Trades Journal never night Northern Star O'Connor o'er oppression pauper peace people's poem poet poor prison Purgatory of Suicides radical Red Republican sing slaves smile social soul Star and Leeds Star and National starve struggle tears thee thou throne toil tyrants verse voice William Lovett workers working-class wrong
Népszerű szakaszok
161. oldal - Oh! but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet — With the sky above my head, And the grass beneath my feet; For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel, Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal.
159. oldal - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch— stitch— stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, — Would that its tone could reach the Rich ! She sang this
161. oldal - WITH fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread, — • Stitch— stitch— stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt; And still with a voice of dolorous pitch She sang the "Song of the Shirt!
30. oldal - 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...
160. oldal - Work, work, work! From weary chime to chime ; Work, work, work, As prisoners work for crime : Band and gusset and seam, Seam and gusset and band, Till the heart is sick, and the brain benumbed, As well as the weary hand.
70. oldal - Rattle his bones over the stones; He's only a pauper, whom nobody owns!
28. oldal - More and more mankind will discover that we have to turn to poetry to interpret life for us, to console us, to sustain us.
146. oldal - Condensed in ire ! Strike, tawdry slaves, and ye shall know Our gloom is fire. In vain your pomp, ye evil powers, Insults the land ; Wrongs, vengeance, and the cause are ours, And God's right hand ! Madmen ! they trample into snakes The wormy clod ! Like fire, beneath their feet awakes The sword of God ! Behind, before, above, below, They rouse the brave ; Where'er they go, they make a foe, Or find a grave.
160. oldal - Work, work, work ! My labor never flags ; And what are its wages ? A bed of straw, A crust of bread, and rags ; That shattered roof, and this naked floor, A table, a broken chair, And a wall so blank, my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there.
259. oldal - Of the good time coming. Cannon-balls may aid the truth, But thought's a weapon stronger ; We'll win our battle by its aid ; — Wait a little longer. There's a good time coming, boys, A good time coming : The pen shall supersede the sword, And Right, not Might, shall be the lord In the good time coming.
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