|Other titles||Chimney sweepers sad complaint|
|Series||Early English books, 1641-1700 -- 1629:112|
|The Physical Object|
Chimney-sweeper's boy am I, A Pity my wretched fate! Ah, turn your eyes; 'twould draw a tear, Knew you my helpless state. Far from my home, no parents I Am ever doomed to see; My master, should I sue to him, He'd flog the skin from me. Ah, dearest madam, dearest sir, Have pity on my youth; Though black, and covered o'er with rags, I tell you naught but truth. The Chimney-Sweeper's Complaint poem by Mary Alcock. A chimneysweepers boy am IPity my wretched fateAh turn your eyes twoud draw a tear. Page5/5. Written by Alan Bradley — If you come to this book expecting something sombre about human frailty based on Shakespeare’s line, “Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney sweepers come to dust,” then you’re in the wrong place. This book is a charming recreation of the s with a pre-teen protagonist. It’s like cosy crime meets Enid Blyton, tinged with a lot of sarcasm. During the Industrial era, chimney sweepers became an essential part of life. They were sought after since many people moved to the cities, which meant more houses and, therefore, more chimneys.
THE PRAISE OF CHIMNEY-SWEEPERS. I like to meet a sweep -- understand me -- not a grown sweeper -- old chimney-sweepers are by no means attractive -- but one of those tender novices, blooming through their first nigritude, the maternal washings not quite effaced from the cheek -- such as come forth with the dawn, or somewhat earlier, with their little professional notes sounding like the . In the page of the book called, An exact collection of the Parliaments remonstrances, declarations, &c. published by speciall order of the House of Commons, March we find there a question answered fit for all men to take notice of in these times the humble petition of thousands wel-affected persons inhabiting the City of London. More humbly, the Chimney Sweepers’ Sad Complaint (Wing C), a pamphlet, petitioned the City to restore the monument, not only because it was a graceful Ornament to this Famous City but also because the Cross had served the sweeps as an informal hiring hall, we having liberty to wait there every morning for imployment (sig. A2v). The humble petition of a great number of imprisoned free-men for debt, of the city of London, which yet lye in Ludgate, under cruell rigour of the Norman yoke of bondage and slavery, by the cruelty and oppression of their obdurate creditors. ([London: s.n., ]) (HTML at EEBO TCP).
The humble petition of several of the wives and children of such delinquents, whose estates are propounded to be sold, as the petitioners are informed. ([London: s.n., ]) (HTML at EEBO TCP) To the supreme authority of this Common-VVealth, the Parliament of England the humble petition of the creditors of such delinquents whose estates are. I am going to explain how two poems, London and The Chimney sweeper, both written by William Blake, are similar in the way they convey their views on London in the ’s/’s. London was published in Songs of Experience in and is one of the few poems in Songs of Experience to not have been corresponding poem in Songs of Innocence. The Chimney Sweeper (Songs of Innocence) Summary After introducing us to Tom, he relates a very strange dream that Tom had one night (it involved chimney sweepers in coffins, angels, flying, and a few other bizarre things). The poem concludes with Tom and the speaker waking up and going to work, sweepin' chimneys. But the sad part is. To the Right Honourable the Mayor and aldermen of the City of London: the humble petition of the colliers, cooks, cook-maids, black-smiths, jack-makers, brasiers, and others, sheweth (Arbuthnot, John, ) 2 p. ; 1/2⁰. ([London:) printed for J. Roberts, at the Oxford-Arms in Warwick-Lane,] Anonymous. By John Arbuthnot.