A socialist that favored reforms, he called for the creation of procedure cooperatives in order to guarantee employment for the city poor.
Forty-nine of us, forty-eight men and one woman, lay on the green waiting for the spike to open. We were too tired to talk much. We just sprawled about exhaustedly, with home-made cigarettes sticking out of our scrubby faces.
Overhead the chestnut branches were covered with blossom, and beyond that great woolly clouds floated almost motionless in a clear sky. Littered on the grass, we seemed dingy, urban riff-raff. We defiled the scene, like sardine-tins and paper bags on the seashore.
What talk there was ran on the Tramp Major of this spike. He was a devil, everyone agreed, a tartar, a tyrant, a bawling, blasphemous, uncharitable dog.
You couldn't call your soul your own when he was about, and many a tramp had he kicked out in the middle of the night for giving a back answer. When You, came to be searched, he fair held you upside down and shook you. If you were caught with tobacco there was bell to.
Pay, and if you went in with money which is against the law God help you. I had eightpence on me.
You'd get seven days for going into the spike with eightpence! Then we set about smuggling our matches and tobacco, for it is forbidden to take these into nearly all spikes, and one is supposed to surrender them at the gate.
We hid them in our socks, except for the twenty or so per cent who had no socks, and had to carry the tobacco in their boots, even under their very toes. We stuffed our ankles with contraband until anyone seeing us might have imagined an outbreak of elephantiasis.
But is an unwritten law that even the sternest Tramp Majors do not search below the knee, and in the end only one man was caught. This was Scotty, a little hairy tramp with a bastard accent sired by cockney out of Glasgow. His tin of cigarette ends fell out of his sock at the wrong moment, and was impounded.
At six, the gates swung open and we shuffled in. An official at the gate entered our names and other particulars in the register and took our bundles away from us. The woman was sent off to the workhouse, and we others into the spike.
It was a gloomy, chilly, limewashed place, consisting only of a bathroom and dining-room and about a hundred narrow stone cells. The terrible Tramp Major met us at the door and herded us into the bathroom to be stripped and searched. He was a gruff, soldierly man of forty, who gave the tramps no more ceremony than sheep at the dipping-pond, shoving them this way and that and shouting oaths in their faces.
But when he came to myself, he looked hard at me, and said: He gave me another long look.
It was a disgusting sight, that bathroom. All the indecent secrets of our underwear were exposed; the grime, the rents and patches, the bits of string doing duty for buttons, the layers upon layers of fragmentary garments, some of them mere collections of holes, held together by dirt.
The room became a press of steaming nudity, the sweaty odours of the tramps competing with the sickly, sub-faecal stench native to the spike."The Human Abstract" is a poem written by the English poet William Blake. It was published as part of his collection Songs of Experience in The poem was originally drafted in Blake's notebook and was later revised for as part of publication in Songs of urbanagricultureinitiative.coms of the poem have noted it as demonstrative of Blake's metaphysical poetry and its emphasis on the tension between the.
Social Criticism in William Blakes Chimney Sweeper Social Criticism in William Flake’s “The Chimney Sweeper” ‘The Chimney Sweeper’ by William Blake criticizes child labor and especially society that sees the children’s misery but chooses to look away and it reveals the change of the mental state of those children who were forced to.
William Blake’s Chimney Sweeper Poems Analysis Essay Sample. Both of William Blake’s poems reflects on the heart wrenching and unfortunate things young boys in the late s were forced to do as chimney sweepers, yet their point of views and tones are quite different.
Blake, William () English poet, painter, and printmaker, and radical, who lived during the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. A pioneer British poet in the Romantic tradition and known for his radical views and radical politics during the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries.
In William Blake's Songs of Innocence and Experience are two writings titled "The Chimney Sweeper." These writings convey one of Blake's basic ideas by displaying contradictory mind frames between the two; the child in the Innocence version shows a very natural and hopeful temperament, while in Experience the child's positive outlook has been manufactured to fit social norms.
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