/Romanticism/ - Romanticism General

[Anonymous No.18564656]

Goethe Edition

Welcome to /Romanticism/! A general for discussing Romantic Literature. While there are certain Romantic authors that get a decent amount of threads, there are a lot of Romantic authors that don't get as much attention as they deserve. This general would serve as a way to put these authors in the spotlight. Generals are usually frowned upon but I find that a centralized discussion in this case avoids the problem of not having to repeat threads on lesser known authors because they only get like 5 or 6 responses. So from me to you, welcome and enjoy the romantic!

>OP's Rec of the Thread
I highly recommend the French Romantics. If you haven't already, you should check out Chateaubriand, Lamartine, and Musset.

[Anonymous No.18564667]

>>18564656
/dogshit/ - Dogshit General

[Anonymous No.18564708]

>>18564667
dilate

[Anonymous No.18564723]

>>18564656
Based thread, it's a very good idea. What particular authors do you have in mind, other than Goethe?

>I continue to read Linnaeus; I have to; I have no other book. It is the best way to read a book thoroughly, a way I must often practice, especially since I do not easily read a book to the end. This one, however, is not principally made for reading, but rather for review, and it serves me now excellently, since I have thought over most of its points myself.
- Goethe

[Anonymous No.18564794]

>>18564723
As I brought up under OP's rec of the week, I'm a huge fan of the French Romantics. But anything that counts as Romantic Literature is fair game. From Leopardi and Byron to Baudelaire and Eminescu.

[Anonymous No.18564826]

*makes your favorite romantic author seem like a talentless hack*
Hичeгo личнoгo, peбёнoк

[Anonymous No.18564977]

>>18564723
>I do not easily read a book to the end
BROS HE'S JUST LIKE US

[Anonymous No.18564984]

>>18564656
> romanticism
> goethe
lmao

[Anonymous No.18564990]

>>18564977
He's not like me. I always put off reading books because I know once I start I have to finish it. I end up reading lots of shorter length books because of this and it takes me ages to get through everything I want to read

[Anonymous No.18565043]

For me it's lieder of Schubert and Schumann, and the Haydn/Beethoven settings of the songs of Burns.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gxhq5Y7wGSE

[Anonymous No.18565408]

>>18564656
>Goethe
>Romantic
get off my fucking board
next you re going to tell me that illuminism is part of the renaissance

[Anonymous No.18565434]

>>18564656
>Thanks to his Promethean ambition, Wagner achieved the singular feat of both subverting the inspired individualism at the core of his century’s romantic tradition and fulfilling the romantics’ paradoxical ambition of formulating new principles for achieving collective domination.

Is he right?

[Anonymous No.18566279]

Favorite Romantic poem?

>Kubla Khan

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round;
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail:
And mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean;
And ’mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!

A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight ’twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.