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Romanticism Term 2 Review. Title, Author, Speaker.
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Romanticism Term 2 Review
Title, Author, Speaker • 1. “Delighted and surprised, I embraced her; but as I imprinted the first kiss on her lips, they became livid with the hue of death; her features appeared to change, and I thought that I held the corpse of my dead mother in my arms…I started from my sleep with horror; a cold dew covered my forehead, my teeth chattered, and every limb became convulsed…”
Title, Author, Speaker • 2. “…may you not rest as long as I am living…haunt me…be with me always-take any form...only do not leave me…where I cannot find you
Title, Author • 3. “When old age shall this generation waste, / Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe / Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say’st, / ‘Beauty is truth, truth beauty’…”
Title, Author • 4. “The everlasting universe of things / Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, / Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- / Now lending splendour, where from secret springs / The source of human thought its tribute brings / Of waters--with a sound but half its own...”
Title, Author, Speaker • 5. “When my mother died I was very young, / And my father sold me while yet my tongue / Could scarcely cry “ ‘weep! ‘weep! ‘weep! ‘weep!” /…There’s little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head, / That curled like a lamb’s back, was shav’d: so I said / “Hush Tom! Never mind it, for when your head’s bare / You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair.”
Title, Author • 6. “I had a dream, which was not all a dream. / The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the stars / Did wander darkling in the eternal space…”
Title, Author, Speaker • 7. “While I still hung over her in the agony of despair, I happened to look up. The windows of the room had before been darkened, and I felt a kind of panic on seeing the pale yellow light of the moon illuminate the chamber…I saw at the open window a figure the most hideous and abhorred. A grin was on the face…with his fiendish finger he pointed towards the corpse.”
Title, Author, Speaker • 8. “I lighted the dry branch of a tree, and danced with fury around the devoted cottage, my eyes still fixed on the western horizon, the edge of which the moon nearly touched. A part of its orb was at length hid, and I waved my brand; it sunk, and, with a loud scream, I fired the straw…”
Title, Author, Speaker • 9. “…I discerned, obscurely, a child’s face looking through the window. Terror made me cruel; and, finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes: still it wailed, ‘Let me in!’”
Title, Author, Speaker • 10. “Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and his is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire.”
Title, Author, Speaker • 11. “Nothing beside remains. Round the decayOf that colossal wreck, boundless and bareThe lone and level sands stretch far away.”
Title, Author, Speaker • 12. “…I shall be the master of the Grange after him—and Catherine always spoke of it as her house. It isn’t hers! It’s mine. All her nice books are mine…”
Title, Author • 13. “The rivers, lakes, and ocean all stood still, / And nothing stirr’d within their silent depths; / Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea…”
Title, Author • 14. “Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright / In the forests of the night, / What immortal hand or eye / Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?”
Title, Author, Speaker • 15. “In every cloud, in every tree—filling the air at night, and caught by glimpses in every object by day—I am surrounded with her image! The most ordinary faces of men and women—my own features—mock me with a resemblance.”
Title, Author • 16. “…Then on the shore / Of the wide world I stand alone, and think / Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.”
Title, Author, Speaker • 17. “I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering…listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers of that quiet earth.”
Title, Author • 18. “And on that cheek, and o’er that brow, / So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, /The smiles that win, the tints that glow, / But tell of days in goodness spent, / A mind at peace with all below, / A heart whose love is innocent!”
Title, Author • 19. “And I pluck’d a hollow reed, / And I made a rural pen, / And I stain’d the water clear, / And I wrote my happy songs, / Every child may joy to hear.”
Title, Author • 20. “A mighty lesson we inherit: / Thou art a symbol and a sign / To Mortals of their fate and force; / Like thee, Man is in part divine, / A troubled stream from a pure source; / And Man in portions can foresee / His own funereal destiny; ”