>Among the capricious acts of Tyranny that disgraced these times, was the chasing of all Negroes from France by decree of the Government: we had a Fellow-passenger who was one of the expelled.September 1st, 1802.We had a fellow-Passenger who cameFrom Calais with us, gaudy in array,—A Negro Woman like a Lady gay,Yet silent as a woman fearing blame;Dejected, meek, yea pitiably tame,She sate, from notice turning not away,But on our proffered kindness still did layA weight of languid speech,—or at the sameWas silent, motionless in eyes and face.She was a Negro Woman driven from France,Rejected like all others of that race,Not one of whom may now find footing there;This the poor Out-cast did to us declare,Nor murmured at the unfeeling Ordinance.
is it true that Wordsworth had a ten inch cock
>>25638556Doesn't sound like it. Sounds like he found her a suitable poetic subject. More so motivated by a general antipathy towards the French.
>>25638556>1802>this would be when Napoleon was First ConsulHoly fuck, yet ANOTHER way in which Nappy was based.
>>25638556>multiculturalismI think what he 'advocated for' was simple humanity. Prelude's one of the best poems in the English language, btw
>>25638716I think it’s the Prelude when he first goes to London and sees all the ethnic minorities and they give him that togetherness with all humanity ain’t we all just one big family kind of feel
Reckon so:Now homeward through the thickening hubbub, whereSee, among less distinguishable shapes,The begging scavenger, with hat in hand;The Italian, as he thrids his way with care,Steadying, far-seen, a frame of imagesUpon his head; with basket at his breastThe Jew; the stately and slow-moving Turk,With freight of slippers piled beneath his arm!Enough;—the mighty concourse I surveyedWith no unthinking mind, well pleased to noteAmong the crowd all specimens of man,Through all the colours which the sun bestows,And every character of form and face:The Swede, the Russian; from the genial south,The Frenchman and the Spaniard; from remoteAmerica, the Hunter-Indian; Moors,Malays, Lascars, the Tartar, the Chinese,And Negro Ladies in white muslin gowns.
>>25638775>>25638791It was less about humanism and more about Wordsworth thinking yet another trivial experience, by virtue of its slight novelty to him at the time, was amazing and wonderful and therefore worth describing for the unfortunate reader, like the rest of The Prelude. The context is all the new sights of London and the racial diversity occupies only a very scant portion of the description. Wordsworth can be prosaic in the best of moods, allowing him to write a blank verse epic about the formation of his own mind unavoidably meant that he would throw out all discernment between what is important and unimportant. Just endless, endless descriptions of his mundane life. It's like if Karl Knausgård lived in the 18th century, and to be honest I wouldn't want it any other way. A completely unique experience.
