/lit/ - Literature

>>13518112
The Bible

>>13518585
fpbp

Specific excerpts of Imperial Purple.

You literally cannot get more Romantic than Stendhal. He was essentially one of the originators of it in French literature along with Chateaubriand and the ultimate Napoleonboo, of the "i-it's ironic, plz believe me" variety. One book of this guy is a match for all of the young Romantic English poets combined. He also died at the right time and would not suffer a long decline like early Romantics such as Victor Hugo and Wordsworth who did not acclimate well to later century Romanticism.

Coleridge. Keats faggots are allowed fight me, I'll even tie an arm behind my back if they're weak chested. Shelley fans are allowed to watch. >>13518895 this guy would probably faint but that's okay because Byron hasn't been invited.

Novalis, Wackenroder, Hölderlin, F. Schlegel, Chamisso, Eichendorff

Dost thou also take a pleasure in us, dark Night? What holdest thou under thy mantle, that with hidden power affects my soul? Precious balm drips from thy hand out of its bundle of poppies. Thou upliftest the heavy-laden wings of the soul. Darkly and inexpressibly are we moved -- joy-startled, I see a grave face that, tender and worshipful, inclines toward me, and, amid manifold entangled locks, reveals the youthful loveliness of the Mother.

>>13518112
Hyperion

>>13518112
Keats. I like the tension one finds in his poetry between necessary and somewhat unfortunate contingency of human life and the eternal/immortal. I particularly like Ode on a Grecian Urn because it plays out this tension the most, people tend to like To Autumn more because it's entirely self sufficient and Keats seems to have eradicated himself and dived into the pure eternal aetshetic realm, but I like Ode on a Grecian Urn more because it shows the poet grappling and ultimately failing with trying to eradicate his contingent will. Keats tries to eradicate himself and in a way become the object and totally plunge into this eternal, unchanging, perfect realm but fails in the third stanza when he keep desperately trying to project a mental state onto the urn (the word happy is mentioned six times), a signal of the failure of the contingent human will to ultimately overcome itself.

>>13518895
>a long decline
What kind of decline are you referring to? Hugo was still really good in his later career. Stendhal is fun though.