Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE OLD CHARTIST, by GEORGE MEREDITH Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Whate'er I be, old england is my dam! Last Line: I'll preach you to the british nation. Subject(s): Chartism; England; Freedom; English; Liberty | ||||||||
Whate'er I be, old England is my dam! So there's my answer to the judges, clear. I'm nothing of a fox, nor of a lamb; I don't know how to cheat, nor how to leer; I'm for the nation! That's why you see me by the wayside here, Returning home from transportation. It's Summer in her bath this morn, I think. I'm fresh as dew, and chirpy as the birds; And just for joy to see old England wink Through leaves again, I could harangue the herds; Isn't it something To speak out like a man when you've got words, And prove you're not a stupid dumb thing? They shipped me off for it; I'm here again. Old England is my dam, whate'er I be. Says I, I'll tramp it home, and see the grain If you see well, you're king of what you see; Eyesight is having, If you're not given, I said, to gluttony. Such talk to ignorance sounds as raving. You dear old brook, that from his Grace's park Come bounding! on you run near my old town. My lord can't lock the water; nor the lark, Unless he kills him, can my lord keep down. Up, is the song-note! I've tried it, toofor comfort and renown, I rather pitched upon the wrong note. I'm not ashamednot beaten's still my boast; Again I'll rouse the people up to strike. But home's where different politics jar most. Respectability the women like. This form, or that form The Government may be hungry pike, But don't you mount a Chartist platform! Well, well! Not beatenspite of them, I shout; And my estate is suffering for the cause. Now, what is yon brown water-rat about, Who washes his old poll with busy paws? What does he mean by 't? It's like defying all our natural laws, For him to hope he'll get clean by 't. His seat is on a mud-bank, and his trade Is dirthe's quite contemptible; and yet The fellow's all as anxious as a maid To show a decent dress, and dry the wet. Now it's his whisker, And now his nose, and ear; he seems to get Each moment at the motion brisker! To see him squat like little chaps at school, I could let fly a laugh with all my might. He peers, hangs both his forepaws; bless that fool, He's bobbing at his frill now! what a sight! Licking the dish up, As if he thought to pass from black to white, Like parson into lawny bishop. The elms and yellow reed-flags in the sun Look on quite gravethe sunlight flecks his side; And links of bindweed-flowers round him run, And shine up doubled with him in the tide. I'm nearly splitting, But nature seems like seconding his pride, And thinks that his behavior's fitting. That isle o' mud looks baking dry with gold. His needle-muzzle still works out and in. It really is a wonder to behold, And makes me feel the bristles of my chin. Judged by appearance, I fancy of the two I'm nearer sin, And might as well commence a clearance. And that's what my fine daughter saidshe meant: Pray hold your tongue, and wear a Sunday face. Her husband, the young linendraper, spent Much argument thereonI'm their disgrace. Bother the couple! I feel superior to a chap whose place Commands him to be neat and supple. But if I go and say to my old hen, I'll mend the gentry's boots, and keep discreet, Until they grow too violentwhy, then, A warmer welcome I might chance to meet Warmer and better. And if she fancies her old cock is beat, And drops upon her kneesso let her! She suffered for mewomen, you'll observe, Don't suffer for a Cause, but for a man. When I was in the dock she showed her nerve: I saw beneath her shawl my old tea-can Trembling ... she brought it To screw me for my work; she loathed my plan, And therefore doubly kind I thought it. I've never lost the taste of that same tea That liquor on my logic floats like oil, When I state facts, and fellows disagree, For human creatures all are in a coil; All may want pardon. I see a day when every pot will boil Harmonious in one great tea-garden! We wait the setting of the dandy's day, Before that time!He's furbishing his dress He will be ready for it!and I say That you old dandy rat amid the cress Thanks to hard labor! If cleanliness is next to godliness, The old fat fellow's heaven's neighbor! You teach me a fine lesson, my old boy! I've looked on my superiors far too long; And small has been my profit as my joy. You've done the right while I've denounced the wrong. Prosper me later! Like you I will despise the sniggering throng And please myself and my Creator. I'll bring the linendraper and his wife Some day to see youtaking off my hat. Should they ask why, I'll answer: in my life I never found so true a democrat. Base occupation Can't rob you of your own esteem, old rat! I'll preach you to the British nation. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE THE WILD SWAN by ROBINSON JEFFERS AFTER TENNYSON by AMBROSE BIERCE QUARTET IN F MAJOR by WILLIAM MEREDITH CROSS THAT LINE by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE EMANCIPATION by ELIZABETH ALEXANDER DIRGE IN WOODS by GEORGE MEREDITH |
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