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Title: Ch 17: The Romantic Era See Course Outline for reading assignment. You should print the slides for any paintings that are not shown in your book.

Ch 17 The Romantic EraSee Course Outline for
reading assignment.You should print the slides
for any paintings that are not shown in your book.
Featured Works All of the Romantic paintings
shown in this slide presentation or referred to
in the chapter. Shelleys Ode to the West
Wind Whitmans Song of Myself
  • Terms
  • Romanticism
  • nocturne
  • opera
  • ode (in literature)
  • iambic pentameter

Other important works Compositions by
Beethoven Chopins nocturnes Operas by Verdi and
Wagner that we discuss
Overview of Romanticism
  • What are the four characteristics of Romanticism
    described early in the chapter?
  • (add information on Romanticism and the cultural
    background from class lecture to your notes)

Instrumental Music
  • Ludwig van Beethoven Know about his life (pp.
    450-51). In what ways does the Pathetique
    express the Romantic spirit?
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  • Frederic Chopin Be able to define the term
    nocturne and explain how it is romantic.

Opera Music
  • Giuseppe Verdi and Richard Wagner How did opera
    begin to move in a different direction through
    these composers?
  • In what ways does Verdis La Traviata exhibit
    Romantic characteristics?
  • How did Wagners opera fulfill his goal of
    creating the complete artwork?
  • What are Romantic characteristics of The Ring of
    the Nibelung and Tristan and Isolde?

  • Be able to describe the Romantic elements in the
    following paintings.

  • Goya Saturn Devouring One of His Sons

  • Friedrich Cloister Graveyard in the Snow

  • Constable Dedham Lock and Mill

  • Delacroix Liberty Leading the People

  • Heade Two Fighting Hummingbirds with Two Orchids

  • Cole The Clove, Catskill Mountains

  • Eakins Cowboy Singing

  • Eakins Swimming Hole

  • Because we lack the time to read and consider
    many of the great Romantic writers, we will focus
    on Percy Byshe Shelleys Ode to the West Wind
    and Walt Whitmans Song of Myself. Read these
    poems on the following slides.
  • Other writers of the Romantic period include
    Goethe, Wordsworth, Byron, Keats, Hugo, Tolstoy,
    Dickens, and Thoreau.

Ode to the West WindPercy Bysshe Shelley
  • I
  • O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's
    being,Thou, from whose unseen presence the
    leaves deadAre 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 wingéd seeds, where they lie cold and
    low,Each like a corpse within its grave,
    untilThine azure sister of the Spring shall blow
  • Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and
    fill(Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in
    air)With living hues and odors plain and hill
  • Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhereDestroye
    r and preserver hear, oh, hear!
  • II
  • Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's
    commotion,Loose clouds like earth's decaying
    leaves are shed,Shook from the tangled boughs of
    Heaven and Ocean,
  • Angels of rain and lightning there are spreadOn
    the blue surface of thine aery surge,Like the
    bright hair uplifted from the head

  • Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim vergeOf
    the horizon to the zenith's height,The locks of
    the approaching storm. Thou dirge
  • Of the dying year, to which this closing
    nightWill be the dome of a vast
    sepulchre,Vaulted with all thy congregated might
  • Of vapors, from whose solid atmosphereBlack
    rain, and fire, and hail will burst oh, hear!
  • III
  • Thou who didst waken from his summer dreamsThe
    blue Mediterranean, where he lay,Lulled by the
    coil of his crystalline streams,
  • Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay,And saw in
    sleep old palaces and towersQuivering within the
    wave's intenser day,
  • All overgrown with azure moss and flowersSo
    sweet, the sense faints picturing them! ThouFor
    whose path the Atlantic's level powers
  • Cleave themselves into chasms, while far
    belowThe sea-blooms and the oozy woods which
    wearThe sapless foliage of the ocean, know
  • Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear,And
    tremble and despoil themselves oh, hear!

  • IV
  • If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bearIf I
    were a swift cloud to fly with theeA wave to
    pant beneath thy power, and share
  • The impulse of thy strength, only less freeThan
    thou, O uncontrollable! If evenI were as in my
    boyhood, and could be
  • The comrade of thy wanderings over Heaven,As
    then, when to outstrip thy skiey speedScarce
    seemed a vision I would ne'er have striven
  • As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.Oh,
    lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!I fall upon
    the thorns of life! I bleed!
  • A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowedOne
    too like thee tameless, and swift, and proud.
  • V
  • Make me thy lyre, even as the forest isWhat if
    my leaves are falling like its own!The tumult of
    thy mighty harmonies
  • Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,Sweet
    though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,My
    spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
  • Drive my dead thoughts over the universeLike
    withered leaves to quicken a new birth!And, by
    the incantation of this verse,
  • Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearthAshes
    and sparks, my words among mankind!Be through my
    lips to unawakened earth
  • The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,If Winter
    comes, can Spring be far behind?

excerpts from Song of MyselfWalt Whitman
  •  1I celebrate myself, and sing myself,And what
    I assume you shall assume,For every atom
    belonging to me as good belongs to you.
  • I loafe and invite my soul,I lean and loafe at
    my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
  • My tongue, every atom of my blood, form'd from
    this soil, this air,Born here of parents born
    here from parents the same, and their    parents
    the same,I, now thirty-seven years old in
    perfect health begin,Hoping to cease not till
  • Creeds and schools in abeyance,Retiring back a
    while sufficed at what they are, but never
    forgotten,I harbor for good or bad, I permit to
    speak at every hazard,Nature without check with
    original energy.
  • . . .

  •   2Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the
    shelves are crowded with    perfumes,I breathe
    the fragrance myself and know it and like it,The
    distillation would intoxicate me also, but I
    shall not let it.
  • The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste
    of the    distillation, it is odorless,It is
    for my mouth forever, I am in love with it,I
    will go to the bank by the wood and become
    undisguised and naked,I am mad for it to be in
    contact with me.
  • . . .
  • Have you reckon'd a thousand acres much? have
    you reckon'd the earth much?Have you practis'd
    so long to learn to read?Have you felt so proud
    to get at the meaning of poems?
  • Stop this day and night with me and you shall
    possess the origin of    all poems,You shall
    possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are
    millions    of suns left,)You shall no longer
    take things at second or third hand, nor look
    through    the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the
    spectres in books,You shall not look through my
    eyes either, nor take things from me,You shall
    listen to all sides and filter them from your

  • 52The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he
    complains of my gab    and my loitering.
  • I too am not a bit tamed, I too am
    untranslatable,I sound my barbaric yaws over the
    roofs of the world.
  • The last scud of day holds back for me,It
    flings my likeness after the rest and true as any
    on the shadow'd wilds,It coaxes me to the vapor
    and the dusk.
  • I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the
    runaway sun,I effuse my flesh in eddies, and
    drift it in lacy jags.
  • I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the
    grass I love,If you want me again look for me
    under your boot-soles.
  • You will hardly know who I am or what I
    mean,But I shall be good health to you
    nevertheless,And filter and fibre your blood.
  • Failing to fetch me at first keep
    encouraged,Missing me one place search
    another,I stop somewhere waiting for you.
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