Poets of England by

George Gordon Byron

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An English romantic poet who conquered the imagination of all of Europe with his “gloomy egoism”. Along with Percy, Shelley and John Keats represents the younger generation of British romantics. His alter-ego Childe-Harold became the prototype of countless byronic heroes in the literature of different countries of Europe. The fashion for Byronism continued even after Byron's death, even though towards the end of his life in the poem novel Don Giovanni and the comic poem Beppo, Byron himself switched to satirical realism, relying on the legacy of Alexander Pope. The poet took part in the Greek War of Independence, the national hero of Greece.

On Parting

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The kiss, dear maid! thy lip has left
Shall never part from mine
Till happier hourse restore the glift
Untainted back to thine.

Thy parting glance, which fondly beams,
And equal love may see:
The tear from thine eye lid streams
Can weep no change in me.

I ask no pledge to make me blest
In gazing when alone;
Nor one memorial for a breast,
Whose thoughts are all thine own.

Nor need I write - to tell the tale
My pen were doubly weak:
Oh! What can idle words avail,
Unless the heart could speak? (ред.)

William Shakespeare

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The English poet and playwright is often considered the greatest English-language writer and one of the best playwrights in the world. Often referred to as the national poet of England. Works that have reached us, including some written together with other authors, consist of 38 plays, 154 sonnets, 4 poems and 3 epitaphs. Shakespeare's plays have been translated into all major languages and are staged more often than the works of other playwrights.

Spirit's House

yorkovak26 — 2020-05-18 05:54:37 UTC

From naked stones of agony
I will build a house for me;
As a mason all alone
I will raise it, stone by stone,
And every stone where I have bled
Will show a sign of dusky red.
I have not gone the way in vain,
For I have good of all my pain;
My spirit's quiet house will be
Built of naked stones I trod
On roads where I lost sight of God.

William Blake

yorkovak26 — 2020-05-18 06:06:19 UTC

English poet, artist and engraver. Almost unrecognized during his lifetime, Blake is now considered an important figure in the history of poetry and fine art of the romantic era. He lived all his life in London.

John Keats

yorkovak26 — 2020-05-18 06:38:06 UTC

Poet of the younger generation of English romantics. Keats' greatest works were written when he was 23 years old. In the last year of his life, he practically moved away from literary activity. At 25, Keats was gone

yorkovak26 — 2020-05-18 06:44:02 UTC

The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast,
Warm breath, light whisper, tender semitone,
Bright eyes, accomplished shape, and lang’rous waist!
Faded the flower and all its budded charms,
Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,
Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,
Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise—
Vanished unseasonably at shut of eve,
When the dusk holiday—or holinight
Of fragrant-curtained love begins to weave
The woof of darkness thick, for hid delight;
But, as I’ve read love’s missal through today,
He’ll let me sleep, seeing I fast and pray.

A Dream

yorkovak26 — 2020-05-18 06:46:43 UTC

Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass methought I lay.

Troubled, wildered, and forlorn,
Dark, benighted, travel-worn,
Over many a tangle spray,
All heart-broke, I heard her say:

'Oh my children! do they cry,
Do they hear their father sigh?
Now they look abroad to see,
Now return and weep for me.'

Persy Bysshe Shelley

yorkovak26 — 2020-05-18 06:51:26 UTC

English writer, poet and essayist. One of the classics of British romanticism. He was married to Mary Shelley.

yorkovak26 — 2020-05-18 07:21:03 UTC

The flower that smiles today
Tomorrow dies;
All that we wish to stay
Tempts and then flies.
What is this world's delight?
Lightning that mocks the night,
Brief even as bright
Virtue, how frail it is!
Friendship how rare!
Love, how it sells poor bliss
For proud despair!
But we, though soon they fall,
Survive their joy, and all
Which ours we call.
Whilst skies are blue and bright,
Whilst flowers are gay,
Whilst eyes that change ere night
Make glad the day;
Whilst yet the calm hours creep,
Dream thou and from thy sleep
Then wake to weep.

Poet

yorkovak26 — 2020-05-18 07:27:55 UTC

Poet, poetess (from other Greek. Ποιητής "poet"), arch. "Versifier" (from "version") - a poet, writer, creating works in verse. The author of poetic, poetic works. In 1882, Vladimir Ivanovich Dahl in his Explanatory Dictionary of the Living Great Russian Language, in the article Poetry, defined the poet (from architects “piet”) as a person gifted by nature with the ability to feel, recognize poetry and transmit it in words, create graceful.

William Wordsworth

yorkovak26 — 2020-05-19 04:57:38 UTC

English romantic poet, the main author of the collection "Lyrical Ballads", conditionally attributed to the so-called. "Lake school"

SHE WAS A PHANTOM OF DELIGHT

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She was a Phantom of delight
When first she gleam'd upon my sight;
A lovely Apparition, sent
To be a moment's ornament;
Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair;
Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the chearful Dawn;
A dancing Shape, an Image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.

I saw her upon nearer view,
A Spirit, yet a Woman too!
Her household motions light and free,
And steps of virgin liberty;
A countenance in which did meet
Sweet records, promises as sweet;
A Creature not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food;
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.

And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine;
A Being breathing thoughtful breath;
A Traveller betwixt life and death;
The reason firm, the temperate will,
Endurance, foresight, strength and skill;
A perfect Woman; nobly plann'd,
To warn, to comfort, and command;
And yet a Spirit still, and bright
With something of an angel light.

Robert Burns

yorkovak26 — 2020-05-19 05:28:39 UTC

Scottish poet, folklorist, author of numerous poems and poems written in the so-called plain Scottish and English languages. Robert Burns's birthday, January 25, is a national holiday in Scotland, celebrated with a gala dinner with the traditional order of the poet's praised dishes presented to the music of the Scottish bagpipe and preceded by reading the corresponding poems of Burns.

The Banks Of Nith

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The Thames flows proudly to the sea,
Where royal cities stately stand;
But sweeter flows the Nith to me,
Where Comyns ance had high command.
When shall I see that honour'd land,
That winding stream I love so dear!
Must wayward Fortune's adverse hand
For ever, ever keep me here!

How lovely, Nith, thy fruitful vales,
Where bounding hawthorns gaily bloom;
And sweetly spread thy sloping dales,
Where lambkins wanton through the broom;
Tho' wandering now must be my doom,
Far from thy bonie banks and braes,
May there my latest hours consume,
Amang the friends of early days

John Donne

yorkovak26 — 2020-05-19 07:15:22 UTC

John Donne, an English poet and preacher, rector of the London St. Paul’s Cathedral, the largest representative of English Baroque literature (the “metaphysical school”), was born on January 21 or between January 24 and June 19, 1572 in a Catholic family in London. His father, John Donne, was the headmaster of London hardware merchants.

Woman's Constancy

yorkovak26 — 2020-05-19 07:29:42 UTC

Now thou has loved me one whole day,
Tomorrow when you leav’st, what wilt thou say?
Wilt thou then antedate some new-made vow?
 Or say that now
We are not just those persons which we were?
Or, that oaths made in reverential fear
Of Love, and his wrath, any may forswear?
Or, as true deaths true marriages untie,
So lovers’ contracts, images of those,
Bind but till sleep, death’s image, them unloose?
 Or, your own end to justify,
For having purposed change and falsehood, you
Can have no way but falsehood to be true?
Vain lunatic, against these ‘scapes I could
 Dispute and conquer, if I would,
 Which I abstain to do,
For by tomorrow, I may think so too

yorkovak26 — 2020-05-19 07:34:56 UTC

Or say that now

Lake school

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The Lake School (Eng. Lake Poets) is the conditional name for the group of English romantic poets of the late 18th - first half of the 19th centuries, named after the Lake District - the place of activity of its most important representatives: Wordsworth, Coleridge and Southey. Another name for this trinity is the Leucists, from the English. lake - "lake".

Composed by Wordsworth and Coleridge under the influence of German romantics in 1798, the collection "Lyrical Ballads" sounded a protest against 18th century classicism with its rhetorical pomp. Rejecting the rationalistic ideals of the Enlightenment, Coleridge and Wordsworth contrasted them with a belief in the irrational, in traditional Christian values, in the idealized medieval past.

Conventionality of the term

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"Lake poets" in mockery nicknamed in 1807 the so-called. Wordsworth Club Edinburgh Review Magazine [2]. Its authors did not accept the aesthetics of romanticism, of which Wordsworth's poetry was considered the quintessence. This label stuck in the Victorian era, despite the protests of all three main "leucists", paying attention to the fact that their poetics are more different than common [3].

In modern English literary criticism, Wordsworth, Coleridge, and William Blake are commonly called “older romantics,” while poets such as Lord Byron, P. B. Shelley, and John Keats are referred to the younger generation of romantics.

Video of the story of British poets and writers

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https://youtu.be/IU2VGfEjJdg