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Romanticism (also the Romantic era or the Romantic period) was an artistic,
literary, musical and intellectual movement that originated in Europe toward the
end of the 18th century.
Romanticism was characterized by its emphasis on emotion and individualism
as well as glorification of all the past and nature, preferring the medieval rather
than the classical.
By the middle of the 18th century the word "romantic" in English
and romantique in French were both in common use as adjectives of praise for
natural phenomena such as views and sunsets, in a sense close to modern English
usage.
Historical Considerations
The early Romantic period coincides with what is often called the "age
of revolutions"--including, of course, the American (1776) and the French
(1789) revolutions--an age of change in political, economic, and social
traditions, the age which witnessed the initial transformations of the Industrial
Revolution.
1\Nature:
"Nature" meant many things to the Romantics. It was often presented as itself a
work of art, constructed by imagination.
Nature was considered a healing power, a source of subject and image, a refuge
from the artificial constructs of civilization, including artificial language.
Romantic nature poetry is essentially a poetry of meditation.
2\Imagination:
The imagination was elevated to a position as the supreme faculty of the mind.
This contrasted distinctly with the traditional arguments for the supremacy of
reason.
The Romantics tended to define and to present the imagination as our ultimate
"shaping" or creative power.
It is dynamic, an active, rather than passive power, with many functions.
Imagination is the primary faculty for creating all art. On a broader scale, it is also
the faculty that helps humans to create reality, for (as Wordsworth suggested), we
not only perceive the world around us, but also in part create it.
4\Children:
The Romantics believed that it was necessary to start all over again with a
childlike perspective. They believed that children were special because they were
innocent and uncorrupted, enjoying a precious affinity with nature.
The Romantic Movement possessed an idealized vision of the Medieval Period. The
Middle Ages could be seen as the defining element of the Romantic character.
Romantics such as Keats, Coleridge and Novalis looked back to the Middle Ages as
the last great age for two reasons. The first being that it could be seen as the last
great Christian period, with England and the rest of western Europe untiled under
one Church collectively known as Christendom. This gives the impression of not
only a united world but also a younger, more pure, noble and idyllic place.
The second reason was that the medieval period could also be seen as having a strong
element of superstition and magic. Even though Christianity blanketed the land as
the age progressed, tiny pockets of paganism and old magic were believed to linger.
It was believed that the forests and the wild woods were savage, evil places which
were inhabited with fairies, sprites and demons. And therefore, these wild places
should be avoided at all costs. The supernatural fascinated and influenced the
Romantic poets and the Middle Ages were seen as being filled with magic and other
worldly beings.
The Smile
William Blake
The Chimney-Sweeper
William Blake
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.
Kubla Khan
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, 1772 - 1834
Or a Vision in a Dream. A Fragment
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Ozymandias
John Keats
TO A BUTTERFLY
William Wordsworth
CLXXVIII.
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes,
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:
I love not Man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
CLXXIX.
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean—roll!
Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;
Man marks the earth with ruin—his control
Stops with the shore;—upon the watery plain
The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain
A shadow of man's ravage, save his own,
When for a moment, like a drop of rain,
He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan,
Without a grave, unknelled, uncoffined, and unknown.
CLXXX.
His steps are not upon thy paths,—thy fields
Are not a spoil for him,—thou dost arise
And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields
For earth's destruction thou dost all despise,
Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies,
And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray
And howling, to his gods, where haply lies
His petty hope in some near port or bay,
And dashest him again to earth:—there let him lay.
CLXXXI.
The armaments which thunderstrike the walls
Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake,
And monarchs tremble in their capitals.
The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make
Their clay creator the vain title take
Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war;
These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake,
They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar
Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
II
Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion,
Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed,
Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,
III
Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams
The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,
Lull'd by the coil of his crystalline streams,
IV
If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear;
If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee;
A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share
V
Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:
What if my leaves are falling like its own!
The tumult of thy mighty harmonies
Ode to Autumn
John Keats
The Sigh
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I.
When youth his fairy reign began,
Ere sorrow had proclaimed me man;
While peace the present hour beguiled,
And all the lovely prospect smiled;
Then, Mary! 'mid my lightsome glee
I heaved the painless sigh for thee.
II.
And when, as tossed on waves of woe,
My harassed heart was doomed to know
The frantic burst, the outrage keen,
And the slow pang that gnaws unseen;
Then shipwrecked on life's stormy sea,
I heaved an anguish'd sigh for thee!
III.
But soon reflection's power imprest
A stiller sadness on my breast;
And sickly hope with waning eye
Was well content to droop and die:
I yielded to the stern decree,
Yet heaved a languid sigh for thee!
IV.
And tho' in distant climes to roam,
A wanderer from my native home,
I feign would soothe the sense of care
And lull to sleep the joys, that were!
Thy image may not banished be--
Still, Mary! still I sigh for thee.
II.
Vultures, who build your bowers
High in the Future’s towers,
Withered hopes on hopes are spread!
Dying joys, choked by the dead,
Will serve your beaks for prey
Many a day.
To A Star
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Sweet star, which gleaming o'er the darksome scene
Through fleecy clouds of silvery radiance fliest,
Spanglet of light on evening's shadowy veil,
Which shrouds the day-beam from the waveless lake,
Lighting the hour of sacred love; more sweet
Than the expiring morn-star’s paly fires:--
Sweet star! When wearied Nature sinks to sleep,
And all is hushed,--all, save the voice of Love,
Whose broken murmurings swell the balmy blast
Of soft Favonius, which at intervals
Sighs in the ear of stillness, art thou aught but
Lulling the slaves of interest to repose
With that mild, pitying gaze? Oh, I would look
In thy dear beam till every bond of sense
Became enamoured--
William Blake
William Blake was born on November 28, 1757 in London's West End. Along with
being a visual artist, painter, and printmaker, William Blake was one of the
greatest poets of the Romantic era. His body of work wasn't widely known while
he was alive, but in the year's since his passing, Blake's literary and artistic talents
have received positive critical acclaim around the world.
John Keats
John Keats was an English poet who is now regarded as being one of the greatest
lyric poets of his time and one of the principal poets of the English Romantic
movement. He was born in London on October 31, 1795 and in his short lifetime
had 54 poems published in various magazines and in three volumes of poetry.
Recognition of his achievements as one of the leading poets of his time only came
after his death in Rome on February 23, 1821.
Lord Byron
Lord Byron, (22 January 1788 – 19 April 1824), was an English poet and a leading
figure in the Romantic movement. Among Byron's best-known works are the
lengthy narrative poems Don Juan and Childe Harold's Pilgrimage and the short
lyric " She Walks in Beauty ." He is regarded as one of the greatest British poets
and remains widely read and influential.