<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13269621</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:32:45.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Passenger</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog generally set up for sake of English Class. Enjoy the poetry.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apassenger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13269621/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apassenger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ekatarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08739966723172921734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13269621.post-111829994380037082</id><published>2005-06-08T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T23:52:23.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>Okay, so some would argue that I've covered only the abre essentials of English romanticism, completely ignoring all those outside of English-speaking areas. Then again you have people like William blake who influenced the Romantics into romanticism to quite and extent. Jane Austen, though not a poet, was a pretty huge part of the whole romantic movement, as was the little-known Fannie Burney who published was is considered the first house-hold novel, which influenced Jane Austen to no extent and resulted in her own genre of house-hold novels, about "normal" families istead of romantic heroes for a change. As far as all this is concerned it's all well and fine but I focused on the five romantics who are the backbone of english romanticism and who revfolved around each other in the same circle of friends. My aim was to take a look at them and see who it was that really makes up the "Romantics".  I love their poetry and an very glad I did this. Too bad, I couldn't go into everyone else, other countries, etc., but that would outweigh this blog and time is of the essence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13269621-111829994380037082?l=apassenger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apassenger.blogspot.com/feeds/111829994380037082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13269621&amp;postID=111829994380037082' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13269621/posts/default/111829994380037082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13269621/posts/default/111829994380037082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apassenger.blogspot.com/2005/06/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Ekatarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08739966723172921734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13269621.post-111827329878510712</id><published>2005-06-08T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T20:44:41.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John Keats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58956249@N00/18111211/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos13.flickr.com/18111211_ac482af29d_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Definitely one of the milder romantics, in that he didn't irritate anyone as Percy Shelley did what with his pamphlet "The Necessity of Atheism". Keats was a true soft-hearted romantic in life. He had a weird sor of luck in friends, people seemed to like him. As a young man he befriended a fellow called Charles Cowden Clarke who was the son of the headmaster at the school they attended. Clarke encouraged Keats in his education and, by 1811, he was apprenticed to a surgeon. soon after he met Leigh Hunt, a prominent critic, journalist, and writer whose home was a renouned meeting-place for well known writers of the time. Here Keats rearranged his life, gave up surgery and became a poet. A colourful writer, his poems were always full of imagery, even when his structure collapsed ever few lines. an absolutely tragic thing is that he died at twent-five (in 1821) from turbucleosis, (after having only just fallen madly in love with Fanny Brawne) which he contracted by taking care of his ill brother who died three years before he did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now here's a really neat thing that I found, someone decided to scan Keats' original manuscripts and post them on the web, this is the link to "Ode to a Nightengale", as well as many others: &lt;a href="http://englishhistory.net/keats/manuscripts.html"&gt;http://englishhistory.net/keats/manuscripts.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13269621-111827329878510712?l=apassenger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apassenger.blogspot.com/feeds/111827329878510712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13269621&amp;postID=111827329878510712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13269621/posts/default/111827329878510712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13269621/posts/default/111827329878510712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apassenger.blogspot.com/2005/06/john-keats_08.html' title='John Keats'/><author><name>Ekatarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08739966723172921734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13269621.post-111811693042589168</id><published>2005-06-06T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T16:19:57.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Samuel Taylor Coleridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58956249@N00/17923242/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos14.flickr.com/17923242_fb1fe4f321_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58956249@N00/17923242/"&gt;samuel taylor coleridge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/58956249@N00/"&gt;a passenger&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A good friend of shelley, Byron, Wordsworth and Keats Coleridge is another of this circle of friends who had the most widely known influence on Romantic poetry. While there were others who are to be considered in the full value of romantic poetry I focused on this particular circle of contemporaries and fireds. The only woman who truly was one of their intellectual circle was Mary wolestonecraft Shelley, Percy Shelley's wife. She was not however a poet, so as far as gender discrimination goes in this look at the romantics, there were no female poets amongst these friends who made a significant impact on Romantic poetry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Many people do include one woman most difinitively when talking about romanticism in literature and that is Jane Austen but she too was not a poet and I'm unfortunately going to overlook her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now back to Coleridge, who was a very interesting and impulsive fellow. He's considered oen ofthe most versatile and generally influential individuals of the romantic movement, not only influencing those students of later years but his contemporaries as well. Born the son of a clergy man he was a dreamy sort but loved learning and was well educated before ever entering university at Camberidge. Like Shelley he left university early, but unlike events surrounding Shelley's expulsion, his leaving was due to an impulsive decision to join the Dragoons. His brothers thankfully managed to get him out of it before it was too late for the poet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just as he influenced his contemporaries, so did they him. The finest of his work came into being, though he had been quite prodictive before, after he befriended Wordsworth. The friendship was a great one and resulted in great works, the most famous of which was probably the jointly published "&lt;em&gt;Lyrical Balalds&lt;/em&gt;". That book is one that is considered a major work of the romantic movement and one that set many a standard for romantic poetry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;For our class, though, that which we would recognize him the best by is the "&lt;em&gt;Rime of the Ancient Mariner&lt;/em&gt;".This is a link to the full text, with a few illustrations: &lt;a href="http://etext.lib.virginia.edu/stc/Coleridge/poems/Rime_Ancient_Mariner.html"&gt;http://etext.lib.virginia.edu/stc/Coleridge/poems/Rime_Ancient_Mariner.html&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;and this is an excerpt I liked, a moment of peace in the carnage: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The moving Moon went up the sky,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And no where did abide :&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="265"&gt;S&lt;/a&gt;oftly she was going up,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And a star or two beside-- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her beams bemocked the sultry main,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like April hoar-frost spread;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But where the ship's huge shadow lay,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="270"&gt;The charméd water burnt alway&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A still and awful red.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13269621-111811693042589168?l=apassenger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apassenger.blogspot.com/feeds/111811693042589168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13269621&amp;postID=111811693042589168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13269621/posts/default/111811693042589168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13269621/posts/default/111811693042589168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apassenger.blogspot.com/2005/06/samuel-taylor-coleridge.html' title='Samuel Taylor Coleridge'/><author><name>Ekatarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08739966723172921734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13269621.post-111801030292353304</id><published>2005-06-05T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T23:40:19.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>William Wordsworth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px; WIDTH: 178px; HEIGHT: 249px"&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58956249@N00/17661311/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos12.flickr.com/17661311_9e08ba8453_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Poet laureate in 1883, Wordsworth published a book of poems, with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, called "Lyrical Ballads", in 1798. That book was one of the major things that helped establish romanticism in England. This is a link to "&lt;em&gt;The Prelude&lt;/em&gt;":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bartleby.com/145/ww286.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.bartleby.com/145/ww286.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;, which is basically an autobiographical work written in, count 'em, fourteen books. It was partially dedicated to Coleridge, a great romantic poet himself, and good friends with Wordsworth. The books of the pome are bluntly titled with lines like: "Introduction- Childhood and Schooltime", "Summer Vacation", "Camebridge and the Alps", "Residence in London", "Residence in France". It basically chronicles his development through the years, mental more than anything. The last few books have the word imagination in the title. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A bit about him: he graduated Camebridge, which is kind of funky since Shelley got kicked out of Camebridge, and stay in France he came home greatly influenced the the French Revolution. He took a lot of inspiration from Rousseau's writings, as well as other philosophy floating around at the time. Anyone remember Socials 9? Voltaire was floating around there too with his radical thoughts, "I don't agree with a word you say but I will fight to the death for your right to say it".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wordsworth was a lover of nature and it influenced much of his work as well. THe political, radical side fo things cooled off eventually and he became closer to the sensibilities of society as he grew older, hence being named poet laureate. I suppose of greatest mention is his friendship to Coleridge, which was to the poin that they were inseperable, like Asterix and Obelix, just not as violent, and during the span of which he produced his finest works. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A couple of Wordsworth quotes (I love the dreamer one):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I was the Dreamer, they the Dream...."&lt;br /&gt;"To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I love this, it's the opening verse to a poem called "&lt;em&gt;Written in Germany, On One of the Coldest Days if the Century&lt;/em&gt;", you can see exactly how cold he is in it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A PLAGUE on your languages, German and Norse!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me have the song of the kettle;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And the tongs and the poker, instead of that horse      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;That gallops away with such fury and force      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;On this dreary dull plate of black metal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;          (Link to the full poem:&lt;a href="http://www.bartleby.com/145/ww160.html"&gt;http://www.bartleby.com/145/ww160.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13269621-111801030292353304?l=apassenger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apassenger.blogspot.com/feeds/111801030292353304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13269621&amp;postID=111801030292353304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13269621/posts/default/111801030292353304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13269621/posts/default/111801030292353304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apassenger.blogspot.com/2005/06/william-wordsworth.html' title='William Wordsworth'/><author><name>Ekatarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08739966723172921734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13269621.post-111777458151446073</id><published>2005-06-02T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T00:20:47.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Percy Byshee Shelley</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58956249@N00/17186666/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos12.flickr.com/17186666_e9d9a78f33_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; A link to "Queen Mab": &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bartleby.com/139/shel111.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.bartleby.com/139/shel111.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. I love the way he writes, as though he wrote it all in one fell stroke, as each line came to him. Percy Shelley is definitely one of my favorite poets, and an interesting character. He was deathly afraid of water because he was convinced he'd die by drowning. Once, through a simple accident, he fell overboard and, not being able to swim, since he'd never seen a point to learn if he was gonna die by drowning anyways, he didn't even bother to struggle. Even when a friend pulled him out he didn't do much to make it easy. Ironically he did die by drowning, in 1822 he was "lost at sea", though his body was later recovered and cremated. Shelley always had a bit a a relationship with death. Even in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the opening verses of "Queen Mab", he speaks of death. An atheist to heart he never had qualms about heaven or hell, rather looked at death as an inevitable end and treated it as such. The first lines of "Queen Mab":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;HOW wonderful is Death, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Death, and his brother Sleep! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;One, pale as yonder waning moon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;With lips of lurid blue; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The other, rosy as the morn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;When throned on ocean's wave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It blushes o'er the world; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yet both so passing wonderful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shelley was an interesting fellow in general, no only in that he decided exactly how he was going to die, after a gypsy woman told him so. He was passionate about knowing things and learning. There are anecdotes where a freind would see him pick up a book at ten in the morning, stand next to a fireplace and begin to read. The friend returns, it's ten at night by now, to find Shelley still standing in the exactly same spot reading something. There are many stories of his reading for sixteen hours almost daily. The poet was, as knowledgeable, so opinionated. He even got kicked out of Camebridge at one poin after publishing and anonymous pamphlet: "the Necessity of Atheism". Here's a link to a full text of it : &lt;a href="http://www.wam.umd.edu/~djb/shelley/necessity1880.html"&gt;http://www.wam.umd.edu/~djb/shelley/necessity1880.html&lt;/a&gt;. Shelley, being a renouned and stubborn atheist was of course the first suspect of spreading this heresy and he made no effort to argue. They expelled him almost immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On a more personal note, Shelley had two wives, the first of which divorced him, but the second of which outlived him and is at least as famous as her husband over a little story she wrote in a contest between Shelley, Byron, Herself, and another fellow, perhaps Trelawney. &lt;a href="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b46/tarinkage/maryshelley.bmp"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b46/tarinkage/maryshelley.bmp" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That story was of course "&lt;em&gt;Frankenstein&lt;/em&gt;". To think it was all over a contest between bored poets as to who could write the scarier story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13269621-111777458151446073?l=apassenger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apassenger.blogspot.com/feeds/111777458151446073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13269621&amp;postID=111777458151446073' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13269621/posts/default/111777458151446073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13269621/posts/default/111777458151446073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apassenger.blogspot.com/2005/06/percy-byshee-shelley.html' title='Percy Byshee Shelley'/><author><name>Ekatarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08739966723172921734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13269621.post-111764272199493599</id><published>2005-06-01T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T00:26:09.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord Byron</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58956249@N00/16896834/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos12.flickr.com/16896834_d2979c3d6c_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58956249@N00/16896834/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58956249@N00/16896834/"&gt;lord byron&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58956249@N00/16896834/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/58956249@N00/"&gt;a passenger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/58956249@N00/16896834/"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay so, like I said before, now I'm gonna start looking at the Romantic poets, Lord Byron (George Gordon, really) is first up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I can never get people to understand that poetry is the expression of excited passion, and that there is no such thing as a life of passion any more than a continuous earthquake, or an eternal fever. Besides, who would ever shave themselves in such a state?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Lord Byron, in a letter to Thomas Moore, 5 July 1821. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I like that snippet I found from a letter. It probabaly tells you more about Byron's character than many an essay written on the thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Child Harold is probably one of, if not his most famous work, this is one section of Canto Four:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The beings of the mind are not of&lt;br /&gt;clay; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Essentially immortal, they create &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And multiply in us a brighter ray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And more belov'd existence: that which&lt;br /&gt;Fate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Prohibits to dull life, in this our&lt;br /&gt;state &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Of mortal bondage, by these spirits&lt;br /&gt;supplied, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;First exiles, then replaces what we&lt;br /&gt;hate; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Watering the heart whose early flowers&lt;br /&gt;have died,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And with a fresher growth replenishing the void. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;One thing to be said about Byron is that he did get around when it came to wives. Not so much his own, but that never stopped him. There are countless odes and sonnets, poems, to the love of his life. Her name seems to change quite a bit though. There's even a Very amusing poem berating a woman who had cheated on her husband to be with him and then somehow broken his heart, he doesn't go into detail. It's called "Rememebr thee, Remember Thee!":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;     Remember thee! remember thee!        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Till Lethe quench life's burning stream      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Remorse and shame shall cling to thee,        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And haunt thee like a feverish dream!&lt;br /&gt;     Remember thee! Aye, doubt it not.        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thy husband too shall think of thee:      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;By neither shalt thou be forgot,        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thou false to him, thou fiend to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13269621-111764272199493599?l=apassenger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apassenger.blogspot.com/feeds/111764272199493599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13269621&amp;postID=111764272199493599' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13269621/posts/default/111764272199493599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13269621/posts/default/111764272199493599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apassenger.blogspot.com/2005/06/lord-byron.html' title='Lord Byron'/><author><name>Ekatarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08739966723172921734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13269621.post-111760786528280539</id><published>2005-05-31T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T20:43:19.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Review of a Literary Review Blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.papaya-palace.com/katbooks/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.papaya-palace.com/katbooks/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; is a great place for reviews. These reviews are extremely detailed, going to great lengths no to be biased one way or another about the books. Of course the review is not just a summary but comes with an opinion too. The summary is not, however, lacking anything that would not support the final opinion of the blogger, as some reviewers are prone to be selective in what they say. I thought that this reviewer was particularly objective about what they wrote and though they like a book did not hesitate to point out a flaw. I kind of like that sort of blunt objectivity when it comes to reviews because then you can figure things out for yourself concerning whether you like the book or not. Otherwise you're just trying to decide whether you agree with the reviewer, not so much whether you like the book or not. I like this format of review, though keeping it perhaps a bit shorter would make it more concise for my part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13269621-111760786528280539?l=apassenger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apassenger.blogspot.com/feeds/111760786528280539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13269621&amp;postID=111760786528280539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13269621/posts/default/111760786528280539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13269621/posts/default/111760786528280539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apassenger.blogspot.com/2005/05/third-review-of-literary-review-blog.html' title='Third Review of a Literary Review Blog.'/><author><name>Ekatarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08739966723172921734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13269621.post-111759857629030644</id><published>2005-05-31T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T20:41:52.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second review of a Literary Review Blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.kbuxton.com/weblog/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.kbuxton.com/weblog/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know it's not exactly a literary review blog. But it is a page containing lots of little blog entries, reviewing a pile of books. I think these reviews are pretty good. They are short and sweet, explaining what the book is and why one might or might not like it. Then again they are maybe a bit too short if one wanted to find out more about the book without having to read it. There is not much speculation about the general meanings of the author in the process of writing the book or assumptions about what could mean what in it. I mean that the reviews are blunt, not speculative. That sort of review might give one the best idea whether or not one wants to read the book, or find out more about it. Also the blogger knows a bit about many of the authors and can objectively compare with other works, which she does. These are good reviews, though perhaps lacking in inforamtion for some, I liked them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13269621-111759857629030644?l=apassenger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apassenger.blogspot.com/feeds/111759857629030644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13269621&amp;postID=111759857629030644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13269621/posts/default/111759857629030644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13269621/posts/default/111759857629030644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apassenger.blogspot.com/2005/05/second-review-of-literary-review-blog.html' title='Second review of a Literary Review Blog.'/><author><name>Ekatarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08739966723172921734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13269621.post-111759267831056719</id><published>2005-05-31T18:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T23:23:10.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Review of a Literary Review Blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a link to a series of blog entries reviewing different books: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eend.nl/dfc/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.eend.nl/dfc/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;. These reviews were pretty good. They make the books sound either very engaging or particularly not so. The reviews are pretty good in that they sort of tell you about a part of the story that will make you want to read it, or repel you from it but they aren't that great for basically anyone but the blogger. I don't really like how it's particularly one-sided. Yes the blogger states a lot about the story but it's sort of like they made up their mind and are trying to sell their point of view to you. Then again, as a blog it is personalized. Just as a general review it might not have the necessary information to let people decide for themselves about he book. These reviews are okay, but maybe not the greatest, for anyone but the blogger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13269621-111759267831056719?l=apassenger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apassenger.blogspot.com/feeds/111759267831056719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13269621&amp;postID=111759267831056719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13269621/posts/default/111759267831056719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13269621/posts/default/111759267831056719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apassenger.blogspot.com/2005/05/first-review-of-literary-review-blog_31.html' title='First Review of a Literary Review Blog.'/><author><name>Ekatarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08739966723172921734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13269621.post-111742583343195534</id><published>2005-05-29T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T21:03:53.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;After I review a few literary blogs, I'm thinking to look at the Romantic poets, Shelley, Byron, etc. Particularly since I just got this book called "Records of Shelley, Byron, and the Author". Edward Trewlaney is "the Author" so little of the information in the book can be believed. He once wrote an autobiography in which he was a pirate, stabbed tigers, and rescued beautiful Arab damsels in distress. In this book he claims, among other things, to have been the one to discover Shelley's body after his drowning death. Trewlaney also organized the oven for the cremation, removed Shelley's heart to bury it, buried it, and scattered the ashes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I suppose now I want to know about Shelley and Byron more than before encountering this book, not to mention those they kept company with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13269621-111742583343195534?l=apassenger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apassenger.blogspot.com/feeds/111742583343195534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13269621&amp;postID=111742583343195534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13269621/posts/default/111742583343195534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13269621/posts/default/111742583343195534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apassenger.blogspot.com/2005/05/intro.html' title='Intro'/><author><name>Ekatarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08739966723172921734</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
