Poetry and Reform: Periodical Verse from the English Democratic Press, 1792-1824
Michael Henry Scrivener
Wayne State University Press, 1992 - English poetry - 297 pages
Although the English reform movement was divided ideologically and socially, it was united in its opposition to the aristocratic elite that ruled Britain through a parliament that excluded both the middle and laboring classes. The movement was not just political but cultural as well; its activities included challenging established opinion in every sphere-economics, religion, philosophy, and literature.
Poetry and Reform is the only anthology of its kind on poetry from the English reform movement. The volume features 162 poems from twenty-three different periodicals. The poems reflect the cultural vitality of the movement in their intellectual sophistication and defiant rebelliousness. The periodicals and their poets range from moderate liberal to radical socialist, from bourgeois to plebeian.
The poems reflect the generic diversity of the period; except for epic, almost every poetic genre is represented here. These poems provide an illuminating context for understanding the major Romantic poets, most of whom wrote for the reform press at some point in their career. The bold Romantic experiments in poetry, which set the agenda for English poetry for decades to come, are unthinkable outside the context of this remarkable democratic insurgence, which increased overall literacy and established an innovative literary spirit.
The anthology also makes available to readers a body of poetry" outside the canon" that is valuable in its own terms and that helps us comprehend with greater precision Romantic literary conventions and their origins. Important plebeian poets are introduced, including Allen Davenport, Edward J. Blandford, Robert C. Fair, and Robert Wedderburn.
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Oh , my dear boy , the memory of thee , Can never be effaced , while here I
breathe A weary pilgrim seeking for his rest , Thy beauteous beaming face , thy
well turned limbs , Those clear blue eyes , that Cherub ' s mouth , Those lips e ' er
And O ! may her deep , crying wounds Hers , whose dread hour is nigh , Whose
freedom this dark deed re - founds , Be heald without a sigh . But if no balm — if
still the crest Be raised of scorpion pow ' rs , — May we then never , never rest ...
10 We fondly did hope when the wars were all o ' er , That hunger and thirst we
should never feel more , But woeful experience shews us the reverse , That the
peace only served to complete our distress . The widows ' salt tears often dropp '
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