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Order Calm Harmony Balance Rationality Materialism Didactic Socially conscious. Spontaneity Emotion Subjective Individual Irrational Imaginative Personal Emotion Visionary Transcendental. Neo-Classicism vs. Romanticism Commonplace (Cliché?) Comparisons. Society Reason
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TranscendentalNeo-Classicism vs. RomanticismCommonplace (Cliché?) Comparisons
Extroversion, balanced, didactic
The normative, the social, the citizen.
Reason and social issues.
Poet’s skill and adherence to formal rules and traditional procedures.
Study of Classical Poetic and Dramatic forms.
Interest in the verifiable, the commonsensical, the familiar.
Senses and sensuality
Introversion, moody, self interrogative
Genius, Hero, the Exceptional
Passions and inner struggles
Artistic Creativity and feeling.
Folklore, national and ethnic origins.
Interest in the Medieval, the Exotic, the Mysterious, the Occult, the monstrous, the remote.NeoClassical vs RomanticismCommonplace Comparisons
Why should I grieve? I was a chosen Son.
For hither I had come with holy powers
And faculties, whether to work or feel:
To apprehend all passions and all moods
Which time, and place, and season do impress
Upon the visible universe, and work
Like changes there by force of my own mind.
So was it with me in my solitude;
So often among multitudes of men.
Unknown, unthought of, yet I was most rich,
I had a world about me; 'twas my own,
I made it; for it only liv'd to me,
And to the God who look'd into my mind.
If prophecy be madness; if things view'd
By Poets in old time, and higher up
By the first men, earth's first inhabitants,
May in these tutor'd days no more be seen
With undisorder'd sight: but leaving this
It was no madness: for I had an eye
Which in my strongest workings, evermore
Was looking for the shades of difference
As they lie hid in all exterior forms,
Near or remote, minute or vast, an eye
Which from a stone, a tree, a wither'd leaf,
To the broad ocean and the azure heavens,
Spangled with kindred multitudes of stars,
Could find no surface where its power might sleep,
Which spake perpetual logic to my soul,
And by an unrelenting agency /Did bind my feelings, even as in a chain.