John Keats (1795-1821)

Part of
posthumous
portrait
by
William
Hilton,
c. 1822

John Keats

John Keats (31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821) was an English poet of the second generation of Romantic poets, along with Lord Byron and Percy Bysshe Shelley.[1]

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Quotes·Quotations

Beauty

¶ A thing of beauty is a joy forever;
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness...

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[1] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Keats

Eugène Delacroix (1798-1863)

Eugène Delacroix (1798-1863)

Ferdinand Victor Eugène Delacroix (/ˈdɛləkrwɑː, ˌdɛləˈkrwɑː/ DEL-ə-krwah, -⁠KRWAH, French: [øʒɛn dəlakʁwa]; 26 April 1798 – 13 August 1863) was a French Romantic artist regarded from the outset of his career as the leader of the French Romantic school.[1]

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Images

Works

Eugène Delacroix (1798-1863), Christ Asleep during the Tempest, c 1853, oil on canvas, h 50.8 x w 61 cm, Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York City, U.S.

Eugène Delacroix (1798-1863), Christ Asleep during the Tempest, c 1853, oil on canvas, h 50.8 x w 61 cm, Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York City, U.S.

Eugène Delacroix (1798-1863), Christ on the Sea of Galilee, 1854, oil on canvas, 59.8 x 73.3 cm, Walters Art Museum, Baltimore, United States of America

Eugène Delacroix (1798-1863), Christ on the Sea of Galilee, 1854, oil on canvas, 59.8 x 73.3 cm, Walters Art Museum, Baltimore, United States of America

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[1] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eug%C3%A8ne_Delacroix

William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878)

William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878)

William Cullen Bryant (November 3, 1794 – June 12, 1878) was an American romantic poet, journalist, and long-time editor of the New York Evening Post.

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Quotes·Quotations by William Cullen Bryant

August

¶ The August cloud * * * suddenly
Melts into streams of rain.
[Sella]

March

@ The stormy March has come at last,
With winds and clouds and changing skies;
I hear the rushing of the blast
That through the snowy valley flies.
[March. Reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)]

Summer

¶ The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by,
As if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps the cool clear sky.
[The Strange Lady, st. 6 (1835)]

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@ Vainly the fowler's eye
Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong,
As, darkly painted on the crimson sky,
Thy figure floats along.
[To a Waterfowl, st. 2 (1815).]

@ When April winds
Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush
Of scarlet flowers. The tulip tree, high up,
Opened in airs of June her multitude
Of golden chalices to humming-birds
And silken-wing'd insects of the sky.
[The Fountain, st. 3 (1839)]

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Frances Wright (1795-1852)

Frances Wright

Frances Wright (September 6 1795 – December 13 1852), also widely known as Fanny Wright, was a Scotland-born lecturer, writer, feminist, abolitionist, and utopian, who became a U. S. citizen in 1825.

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@ Your spiritual teachers caution you against enquiry — tell you not to read certain books; not to listen to certain people; to beware of profane learning; to submit your reason, and to receive their doctrines for truths. Such advice renders them suspicious counsellors. By their own creed you hold your reason from their God. Go! ask them why he gave it. [Lecture III: Of the more Important Divisions and Essential Parts of Knowledge]

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