Shelley’s long-lost poem casts him in a new light – less fop, more agitprop

Victorians saw his lyrical talent and forgot the atheism and revolutionary tendencies

A portrait of poet Percy Bysshe Shelley (PA)

What comes to mind when people consider Percy Bysshe Shelley? Too often it’s the blue eyes and fluffy hair of an effete toff poet, a sort of prototype Fotherington-Thomas who, when he wasn’t babbling about leaves and clouds, was pining for unattainable ladies; a man so ineffably wet that he managed to drown while messing about in a boat in Italy.

Which is why the publication of a long-lost political poem last week, “On the Existing State of Things”, is so rewarding for Shelleyan experts and fans. The open access would have thrilled the poet for a start. The more readers, the better; but this was poetry with a purpose, written out of rage and despair. His works fall into two broad categories: the more well-known literary pieces, addressed to a small group of cognoscenti; and the overtly political poems, powerful, plain and direct, aimed at a wider audience, including the downtrodden workers of his day.

The Victorians took the dead Shelley up as a supreme lyrical talent (he was that, too) and conveniently forgot the atheism and revolutionary tendencies. Most of the articles last week have used Victorian images of him, sugar-coated, rendered more seraphic to fit in with Matthew Arnold’s idea of Shelley as a “beautiful and ineffectual angel”. He was anything but.

Early 1811 was a particularly thrilling time for Shelley. Written under the alias “A Gentleman of the University of Oxford”, the poem came out before he was sent down in late March for publishing another incendiary pamphlet, The Necessity of Atheism. He had come up to Oxford the autumn before, and quickly embarked on a bromance with a fellow undergraduate, Thomas Jefferson Hogg. With Hogg, Shelley pranked a variety of prominent people with spoof letters purporting to be from disillusioned vicars. Anyone tempted to reply was soon sucked into an increasingly wild, erudite but impertinent correspondence.

The front cover of A Poetical Essay by Percy Bysshe Shelley, as the lost poem by the English Romantic has become the 12 millionth book in the UK's largest academic library service. (PA)

Added to the mix was the disappointment of his romance with a relative, Harriet Grove, who ditched her volatile cousin after two years. Intriguingly, the new poem is dedicated “To Harriet W–B–K”, clearly Harriet Westbrook, then a schoolgirl of 16, soon to become Shelley’s first (unhappy) wife.

The poem’s proceeds were devoted to the cause of the Irish journalist Peter Finnerty, who had been jailed that February for libelling (that is, criticising), the Tory politician Lord Castlereagh. Shelley was later to stain the Tory leader indelibly in “The Mask of Anarchy” with the brilliant couplet: “I met Murder on the way/He had a mask like Castlereagh”. The new poem is less assured, but no less scathing. In his great “Ode to the West Wind”, Shelley stated his aim: that his poems should be “the trumpet of a prophecy”, a call to action: “Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!” Two hundred years later, are we ready to listen?

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