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Tuesday, February 26, 2019

English Romanticism

English romanticism 1798-1832 Historical Background Industrial Revolution 1776 American Revolution 1789 1815 radical and Napoleonic Period in France 1789 storming of the Bastille 1793 King Louis XVI executed political unrest in Britain, harsh repressive measures against radicals Edmund Burke, Reflections on the Revolution of France 1790 turkey cock Paine, Rights of macrocosm 1791 Mary Wollstonecraft, A Vindication of the Rights of Woman 1792 1793 Britain at contend with France The Regency 1811-20 George, Prince of Wales acts as Regent for George III 1815 Waterloo first modern industrial stamp 819 Peterloo, St. Peters Fields, Manchester 1832 First Reform Bill Social and economic changes Industrialisation the period of the machine Social philosophy of laissez-faire let alone urbanisation books musical poetry dickens propagations of poets First generation WILLIAM WORDSWORTH, S. T. COLERIDGE Second generation BYRON, SHELLEY, KEATS Keats Great philias now on earth argon sojo urning William Hazlitt the saucy poetry had its origin in the French Revolution. It was a time of promise, of mutation of the world and of letters. Wordsworth, The Prelude France standing on the top of golden hoursAnd valet de chambre nature seeming born again Bliss was it in that good morning to be alive, But to be young was very heaven. The poet as a bard or prophet Poetic spontaneity and freedom Poetry indispensable it expresses the poets own feelings (lyric poetry) Rebellion against the Neo-classical rules Keats if poetry comes not as natur tout ensembley as the leaves to a tree it had not come at wholly The importance of the essayt instinct, intuition, INDIVIDUALISM, nonconformism The human being fountainhead visual modality Turning to NATURE THE INTEREST IN THE SUPERNATURAL, and DREAMS 1798 Wordsworth & Coleridge LYRICAL BALLADS 770 born at Cockermouth, The Lake District Educated at Cambridge 1791-2 France Annette Vallon 1795, reunited with his sis Dorothy meets S. T. Coleridge 1797 moves with his sister Dorothy to Alfoxden to be close to Coleridge, who lives at Nether Stowey (Somerset) The role of intimacy with Coleridge 1798/1799 Goslar, Ger many a(prenominal) 1799 settles with Dorothy in the Lake District, first at Grasmere 1802 marries Mary Hutchinson 1813 appointed stamp distri besideser for West more than thanland becomes patriotic, conservative public man, abandoning radical politics and idealism 1843 Poet Laureate Lyrical Ballads 1798Coleridge on account of Lyrical Ballads in Ch. XIV of Biographia Literaria During the first twelvemonth that Mr. Wordsworth and I were neighbours, our conversations turned frequently on the twain cardinal points of poetry, the authority of exciting the sympathy of the reader by a faithful love to the truth of nature, and the power of giving the involve custodyt of novelty by the modifying work of imagination. The sudden charm, which accidents of light and shade, which moon-light or sun-s et diffuse over a cognize and familiar landscape, appe bed to represent the practicability of combining both.These be the poetry of nature. The cerebration suggested itself (to which of us I do not recollect) that a series of poesys cogency be composed of two sorts. In the one, the incidents and agents were to be, in part at least, occult and the excellence aimed at was to consist in the interesting of the affections by the dramatic truth of much(prenominal) emotions as would naturally accompany such situations, suppo whistle them real. And real in this sense they dupe been to every human cosmos who, from whatever source of delusion, has at any time believed himself under supernatural agency. For the second class, slips were to be chosen from ordinary life the characters and incidents were to be such, as will be found in every village and its vicinity, where in that location is a meditative and feeling mind to seek after them, or to notice them, when they present themsel ves. In this idea originated the plan of the Lyrical Ballads in which it was agreed, that my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at least romantic, yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure for hese shadows of imagination that instinctive suspension of disbelief for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith. Mr. Wordsworth on the other hand was to direct to himself as his object, to give the charm of novelty to things of every solar day, and to excite a feeling analogous to the supernatural, by awakening the minds attention from the lethargy of custom, and directing it to the beauteousness and the wonders of the world before us an inexhaustible treasure, but for which in emergence of the film of familiarity and selfish solicitude we have eyes, yet see not, ears that hear not, and hearts that neither feel nor understand.Wordsworths Advertisment to Lyrical Ballads 1798 The maj ority of the following poems ar to be considered as experiments. They were written chiefly with a view to gibe how far the language of conversation in the middle and lower classes of nightclub is adapted to the purposes of poetic pleasure. Wordsworth, Preface to Lyrical Ballads 1800, 1802The principal object, then, proposed in these Poems was to make out incidents and situations from common life, and to relate or describe them, throughout, as far as was possible in a selection of language really used by men, and, at the same time, to throw over them a reliable colouring of imagination, whereby ordinary things should be presented to the mind in an unusual grammatical construction and, further, and above all, to make these incidents and situations interesting by tracing in them, sincerely though not ostentatiously, the primary laws of our nature chiefly, as far as regards the manner in which we associate ideas in a state of excitement.Humble and outlandish life was generally c hosen, because, in that condition, the essential passions of the heart find a better soil in which they can attain their maturity, are piffling under restraint, and speak a plainer and more emphatic language. and, lastly, because in that condition the passions of men are incorporated with the beautiful and permanent forms of nature.The language, too, of these men has been adopted (purified indeed from what appear to be its real defects, from all dogged and rational causes of dislike or disgust) because such men hourly pass with the best objects from which the best part of language is originally derived and because, from their rank in society and the sameness and narrow circle of their intercourse, universe less under the influence of social vanity, they convey their feelings and notions in simple and unelaborated expressions. For all good poetry is the spontaneous overflow of stringy feelings and though this be true, Poems to which any value can be attached were never produc ed on any variety of subjects but by a man who, being possessed of more than usual organic sensibility, had also thought dogged and deeply. I have give tongue to that Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings it purports its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity the emotion is contemplated till by a species of re attain the tranquillity gradually disappears, and an emotion, kindred to that which was before the subject of contemplation, is gradually produced, and does itself actually exist in the mind.In this mood successful composition generally begins, and in a mood similar to this it is carried on but the emotion, of whatever kind and in whatever degree, from various causes is qualified by various pleasures, so that in describing any passions whatsoever, which are voluntarily described, the mind will upon the whole be in a state of enjoyment. What is a Poet? To whom does he address himself? And what language is to be expected from him?He is a man speakin g to men a man, it is true, endued with more lively sensibility, more enthusiasm and tenderness, who has a greater knowledge of human nature, and a more comprehensive soul, than are supposed to be common among mankind a man pleased with his own passions and volitions, and who rejoices more than other men in the spirit of life that is in him delighting to contemplate similar volitions and passions as manifested in the goings-on of the Universe, and habitually impelled to create them where he does not find them.The Man of science seeks truth as a remote and unknown assistant he cherishes and loves it in his solitude the Poet, singing a song in which all human beings join with him, rejoices in the presence of truth as our visible friend and hourly companion. Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science. Emphatically dust coatthorn it be said of the Poet, as Shakespeare hath said of man, that he look s before and after. He is the rock of defence for human nature an sustainer and preserver, carrying everywhere with him relationship and love.In spite of difference of soil and climate, of language and manners, of laws and custom in spite of things silently bypast out of mind, and things violently destruct the Poet binds together by passion and knowledge the vast empire of human society, as it is spread over the whole earth, and over all time. . I should mention one other circumstance which distinguishes these Poems from the popular Poetry of the day it is this, that the feeling therein developed gives importance to the action and situation, and not the action and situation to the feeling. WE ARE SEVEN A SIMPLE Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death? I met a little bungalow Girl She was eight years old, she said Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad Her eyes were fair, and very fair Her beauty made me glad. Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be? How many? Seven in all, she said And wondering looked at me. And where are they? I pray you tell. She answered, Seven are we And two of us at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea. Two of us in the church-yard lie, My sister and my brother And, in the church-yard cottage, I watch near them with my mother. You say that two at Conway dwell, And two are gone to sea, Yet ye are seven I pray you tell, Sweet Maid, how this may be. Then did the little Maid reply, Seven boys and girls are we Two of us in the church-yard lie, Beneath the church-yard tree. You run about, my little Maid, Your limbs they are aliveIf two are in the church-yard laid, Then ye are only five. Their graves are green, they may be seen, The little Maid replied, Twelve steps or more from my mothers door, And they are side by side. My stockings there I a lot knit, My kerchief there I hem And there upon the ground I sit, And sing a song to them. And often after sunset, Sir, When it is light and fair, I take my little porringer, And eat my supper there. The first that died was sister Jane In bed she moaning lay, savings bank God released her of her pain And then she went away. So in the church-yard she was laid And, when the stigmatize was dry, Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side. How many are you, then, said I, If they two are in heaven? Quick was the little Maids reply, O Master we are seven. But they are dead those two are dead Their spirits are in heaven Twas throwing words away for still The little Maid would have her will, And said, Nay, we are seven The Prelude 1799, 1805, 1850 Plan to write a greate philosophic poem The Recluse or views of Nature, Man, and Society, encouraged by S. T. C. a poem to Coler idge a poem on the growth of the poets mind The main hero THE IMAGINATION Not Chaos, not The Darkest pit of lowest Erebus, Not aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out By help of dreams can breed such maintenance and awe As fall upon us often when we look Into our opinions, into the Mind of Man My haunt, and the main region of my song Prospectus to The Recluse ll. 35-4

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