#french revolution
“It was a grief,—
Grief call it not, ‘twas anything but that,—
A conflict of sensations without name,
Of which he only, who may love the sight
Of a village steeple, as I do, can judge,
When, in the congregation bending all
To their great Father, prayers were offered up,
Or praises for our country’s victories;
And, ‘mid the simple worshippers, perchance
I only, like an uninvited guest
Whom no one owned, sate silent; shall I add,
Fed on the day of vengeance yet to come.”
William Wordsworth, The Prelude, describing his feeling of alienation from his own country when Britain declared war on France.
Autoportraitand Autoportrait as a sans-culottes, Louis Léopold Boilly.
Fuck it, post with the Frev alignments of the First Gen Romantics:
William Wordsworth: Girondin. He literally hung out with Brissot (maybe. probably. it’s a long story) what did you expect
Robert Southey: he worshipped the ground Robespierre walked on and called himself a Jacobin
Samuel Taylor Coleridge: mostly at the time he would just call himself a democrat, he never really used the labels they used in France. As far as the government was concerned he was considered a Jacobin, though (see: Spy Nozy incident)
Dorothy Wordsworth: did not leave behind anything about politics at all. I would probably guess her views were similar to her brother’s, perhaps a little more moderate
Lamb siblings: tbh I don’t really know. I don’t think Mary cared very much and I haven’t looked into Charles in that period much
Robert Burns: he was almost proto-marxist in principle and loved both the principles of both Frev and Amrev. Again, he didn’t ever basically tattoo JACOBIN on his head like Southey but his sympathies probably lied there
William Blake: I’m pretty sure Blake didn’t call himself anything but he was pretty much an early anarchist so make of that what you will
Robert Southey went ultra-conservative later in life though.
As Lord Byron put it in his amazing satire on Southey, The Vision of Judgement:“He had written praises of a Regicide;
He had written praises of all kings whatever;
He had written for republics far and wide,
And then against them bitterer than ever;
For pantisocracy he once had cried
Aloud, a scheme less moral than ‘twas clever;
Then grew a hearty anti-jacobin—
Had turned his coat — and would have turned his skin”
Also I hugely recommend all the French Revolution-related sections of Wordsworth’s Prelude (even though he also went over to conservatism). Especially the part about his guilty nightmares after his friends the Girondins were executed:“Such ghastly visions had I of despair
And tyranny, and implements of death;
And innocent victims sinking under fear,
And momentary hope, and worn-out prayer,
Each in his separate cell, or penned in crowds
For sacrifice, and struggling with fond mirth
And levity in dungeons, where the dust
Was laid with tears. Then suddenly the scene
Changed, and the unbroken dream entangled me
In long orations, which I strove to plead
Before unjust tribunals,—with a voice
Labouring, a brain confounded, and a sense,
Death-like, of treacherous desertion, felt
In the last place of refuge—my own soul.”
“Marcel Gauchet’s intellectual biography of the French Revolution’s most celebrated—or notorious—spokesman brings out all the ambiguities forced upon him by the way the revolution developed. Gauchet’s lucid analysis makes clear why Robespierre’s role in shaping the revolution and its legacy has fueled so much vehement disagreement over two centuries.”