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Category Archives: the chimney sweeper
My paper will provide a Marxist analysis of charity schools and how these institutions foster capitalism. The presence of religion in the poems of Songs of Innocence and of Experience makes it easy to overlook the greater social issues that underlie the texts. This paper argues that through the alienation of children characters by religious […] Continue reading
The lack of the contrary between “The Chimney-Sweeper” and “The Little Black Boy” stresses Blakes questions on how we know that God exists and whether a “good” God who allows children of poorer circumstances to suffer is truly “good”. These non-contrarian poems assist in relaying the innocent perspective and tone of children for the circumstances […] Continue reading
My arrangement of the plates from William Blake’s Songs of Innocence aimed at recounting the observations and reflections of an omniscient narrator/onlooker. Through the my selections I formed a narrative that questions the effectiveness of religious faith as a form of personal and social governance. The poems I chose were “Holy Thursday,” “The Chimney Sweep,” and “On […] Continue reading
“The Chimney Sweeper” (Songs of Innocence and Experience) When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry ‘Weep! weep! weep! weep!’ So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep. There’s little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head, That curled like a […] Continue reading