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Blake, Byron, Shelley, Keats....


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Sep 26, 2008
Anyone read the aforementioned poets?
I just found my old romantic poems anthology, boy they're good. Been reading for three hours now when I should be sleeping or at least studying for my exams:).

Here's a taste

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted,
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

Byron, When We Two Parted
Maybe it's an INFJ genre? Romantic, colourful, beautiful and dreamy:p?
Probably, although a lot of poetry really gets to me. Although not exactly poetry, and not exactly not poetry, The Green Knight and Milton were more of my favorites though. :D Oh, and Lysistrata! :D
Yes, I love all the romantic poets; Byron, Keats, Poe, Tennyson. I owe much of my poetry style to them. I could get lost in that stuff for days. Here are a couple of my favs:

THE splendour falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story:
The long light shakes across the lakes,
And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.

The first stanza of "Splendor Falls" by Lord Alfred Tennyson

She 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 that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And 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 spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

"She Walks in Beauty" by Lord Byron

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

The first two stanzas of "Annabel Lee" by E.A. Poe

Oh, to write one gem like any of these!!
I've walked into paradise :m204:

I LOVE the Romantic period of poetry. My absolute favorite. I will be posting in this thread.
Shelley "Ode to the West Wind" said:

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,

Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,
Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed

The wing
I know this one by heart! I think I'll omit the title and author....

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

She walks in beauty is one of my favourites!!!

All this gets me in the mood to re-read The Sorrows of Young Werther. For the fifth time......
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Keats, yes.
Hi, yes, I have read Keats and Shelley a lot, they are my favorite poets. I have not read much of Byron or Blake but what I have read I have found gripping. Wordsworth is another fav.
Bump, this is a great thread. Post a romantic poet of your choice! :bump2:
yup read some of all of them. Love shelley and keats, ah they're all good. I like "When I Have Fears"
I love Lord Byron. The Byronic Hero strikes me as being one of the saddest characters ever to be created. I find the main character in Manfred to be especially tragic and beautiful.

As for Keats, well, I could say a lot. Just the story of his life touches me. He wrote with the type of soul I wish I could find.

Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art—
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night,
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature’s patient sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—
No—yet still steadfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death.

Absolutely gorgeous!