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There have been many different literary movements in history. Ranging from Puritanism- where people believed the only book you needed was the Bible, all the way to Transcendentalism- where it was all about individualism and self reliance. In between those two there’s Rationalism, Romanticism, and Dark Romanticism. As much as I wish I was a Transcendentalist, I know that deep down the literary movement I most likely belong to is Romanticism.
Romanticists recognized the wonder of nature’s beauty. Authors from that time made nature seem like this beautifully majestic thing and made people fall in love with it. In his poem, “The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls,” Henry Wadsworth Longfellow beautifies nature by saying, “The little waves with their soft white hands, efface the footprints in the sands” (8-9). By adding a little bit of personification, the waves seem like much more than just waves. One of my favorite things to do is find a quiet place outside and get lost in the sounds of nature. To look at all of the natural things that have occurred and wonder how they became so beautiful.
Imagination over reason seems like a brilliant idea to me. I’m a known daydreamer who drifts off mid conversation or in class because something sparked an idea in my mind. Even if it isn’t possible in any way, shape, or form, I still have to create an entire story out of it. It’s gotten me in trouble plenty of times.
Romanticists believed in the innate goodness of humans. That everyone was a good person even if they tried to hide behind a rough and tough exterior. I have the tendency to ignore my friends and their warnings about certain people. Why? Well I always think that maybe they’ll be different around me, or are just hiding what good they have in their heart. I’m not one to judge a book by its’ cover in other words. Most of the time it gets me in sticky situations or even hurt, but there have been a few times where things have worked in my favor. In those cases, I have a little inner celebration because I proved people wrong.
Speaking of celebration, Romanticists celebrated the spirit of the human experience especially in the emotional aspects. In the poem “Thanatopsis” by William Cullen Bryant, the poet speaks of death which can be seen as one of the most emotional things in life. At one point in the poem he writes, “The speechless babe, the gray headed man- shall one by one be gathered to thy side” (69-70). This moment could be seen as people gathering at a funeral, also known as a celebration of life. While funerals aren’t my favorite thing to go to, it’s always nice to see so many people gathered together to celebrate and remember the life of someone they loved.
I’ve been called a hopeless romantic more times than anyone could count. From writing little love stories, to reading other people’s love stories, and never getting old of silly little love songs, I believe that I am a Romanticist at heart and would fit in just fine during the Romanticism movement.
Romanticists recognized the wonder of nature’s beauty. Authors from that time made nature seem like this beautifully majestic thing and made people fall in love with it. In his poem, “The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls,” Henry Wadsworth Longfellow beautifies nature by saying, “The little waves with their soft white hands, efface the footprints in the sands” (8-9). By adding a little bit of personification, the waves seem like much more than just waves. One of my favorite things to do is find a quiet place outside and get lost in the sounds of nature. To look at all of the natural things that have occurred and wonder how they became so beautiful.
Imagination over reason seems like a brilliant idea to me. I’m a known daydreamer who drifts off mid conversation or in class because something sparked an idea in my mind. Even if it isn’t possible in any way, shape, or form, I still have to create an entire story out of it. It’s gotten me in trouble plenty of times.
Romanticists believed in the innate goodness of humans. That everyone was a good person even if they tried to hide behind a rough and tough exterior. I have the tendency to ignore my friends and their warnings about certain people. Why? Well I always think that maybe they’ll be different around me, or are just hiding what good they have in their heart. I’m not one to judge a book by its’ cover in other words. Most of the time it gets me in sticky situations or even hurt, but there have been a few times where things have worked in my favor. In those cases, I have a little inner celebration because I proved people wrong.
Speaking of celebration, Romanticists celebrated the spirit of the human experience especially in the emotional aspects. In the poem “Thanatopsis” by William Cullen Bryant, the poet speaks of death which can be seen as one of the most emotional things in life. At one point in the poem he writes, “The speechless babe, the gray headed man- shall one by one be gathered to thy side” (69-70). This moment could be seen as people gathering at a funeral, also known as a celebration of life. While funerals aren’t my favorite thing to go to, it’s always nice to see so many people gathered together to celebrate and remember the life of someone they loved.
I’ve been called a hopeless romantic more times than anyone could count. From writing little love stories, to reading other people’s love stories, and never getting old of silly little love songs, I believe that I am a Romanticist at heart and would fit in just fine during the Romanticism movement.