The Romantic Period (1789-1850)As the 1700's ended bold new ideas inspired a cultural movement called Romanticism. Romanticism was inspired by the beauty and power of nature, shaped by valuing feelings and imagination. This was a powerful cultural movement that dominated European culture throughout the early 1800's. The earliest romantic was William Blake, British poet. Most Romantic writers didn't like this new revolution and in result fled to more peaceful environment where nature inspires all. Romantics sought the grander of untamed nature, they preferred the sublime experience of the alps that inspires all. Mary Shelley was a writer who used the alps of nature and the industrial revolution as inspiration and wrote a book called Frankenstein which is a story that tells how science corrupts nature.
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The Victorian Period (1850-1900)The Victorian period was a time in which Britain came to be one of the most powerful nation. Three big ideas that helped shaped the literature of the Victorian age was British optimism and the beliefs in progress, the emergence of realism, and disillusionment and darker visions. During the 1900 Century Britain reached the height of its political and economic power. The British believed they had a god given duty to civilize the world. At that time the ideas there were changing and the world was accepting all the changes brought fourth. Many of the changes where in the way people thought and how they used them. Charles Dickens wrote about revolutionary affect the railway has done to the British community
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An Analysis of William Wordworth's "Daffodils"
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II. Analytical EssayDaffodils by William Wordsworth Daffodils I wandered lonely as a cloud That 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 shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed--and gazed--but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils. |
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