Romanticism (1800 – 1850). Goodbye, Age of Reason; Hello, Age of Emotion!. Romanticism – What it is…. Characteristics of Romanticism : Emotion , instead of reason Rejected Enlightenment focus on reason Glorification of nature – good & bad Favored personal freedom
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Goodbye, Age of Reason;
Hello, Age of Emotion!
Characteristics of Romanticism:
I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.The waves beside them danced; but theyOut-did the sparkling waves in glee:A poet could not but be gay,In such a jocund company:I gazed--and gazed--but little thoughtWhat wealth the show to me had brought:For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.
Byron in Albanian attire (1813)
IShe walks in beauty—like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies,And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes;Thus mellowed to the tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. IIOne shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless graceWhich waves in every raven tress Or softly lightens o'er her face—Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling place. IIIAnd on that cheek and o'er that brow So soft, so calm yet eloquent,The smiles that win, the tints that glow But tell of days in goodness spentA mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent.
I met a traveller from an antique landWho said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stoneStand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frownAnd wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold commandTell that its sculptor well those passions readWhich yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.And on the pedestal these words appear:"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"Nothing beside remains. Round the decayOf that colossal wreck, boundless and bareThe lone and level sands stretch far away
Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog (1818) – Kunsthalle, Hamburg
The Fighting Téméraire Tugged to Her Last Berth to be Broken Up (1838) – National Gallery, London
Dedham Vale (1802) – Victoria and Albert Museum, London
Raft of the Medusa (1819) – The Louvre, Paris
Massacre at Chios (1824) - The Louvre, Paris
Inspired by Gothic designs from Middle Ages
Contrast to the Neo-Classical movement of the Renaissance
Reaction to Industrialism
Began in England in late 18th c., spread through Europe & U.S.
AKA “Gothic Revival” or “Victorian Gothic”
Begun in 13th c., finished in 1880 – tallest building in world at time of completion
Basilica of St. Clotilde, Paris
Sir Walter Scott Monument, Edinburgh