ROMANTICISM AND REALISM ACTIVITY
Match each
picture with one of the texts below and allocate them wether to
romanticism or to realism. (Instructions for teacher: don´t forget
to erase the authors)
The Wanderer above the mists,
Friedrich
The massacre of Chios, Delacroix
The third-class carriege, Daumier
The Angelus, MIllet
In
a small English country town, the inhabitants of which supported
themselves by the labour of their hands in plaiting and preparing
straw for those who made bonnets and other articles of dress and
ornament from that material, - concealed under an assumed name, and
living in a quiet poverty which knew no change, no pleasures, and few
cares but that of struggling on from day to day in one great toil for
bread, - dwelt Barnaby and his mother. Their poor cottage had known
no stranger's foot since they sought the shelter of its roof five
years before; nor had they in all that time held any commerce or
communication with the old world from which they had fled. To labour
in peace, and devote her labour and her life
to her poor son, was all the widow sought. If happiness can be said
at any time to be the lot of one on whom a secret sorrow preys, she
was happy now. Tranquillity, resignation, and her strong love of him
who needed it so much, formed the small circle of her quiet joys; and
while that remained unbroken, she was contented.
Dickens
Pickwick Papers 1836
His
cheeks were purple and he kept his eyes on the ground. He was a lad
eighteen or nineteen years of age, small in stature, with irregular
but delicate features, and of a constitution apparently weakly. His
nose was aquiline; and his large black eyes, which in quiet moments
showed thought and vivacity, were ablaze now with the fiercest
hatred. His dark brown hair, growing very low on his forehead, gave
him a narrow brow, that in moments of anger looked positively wicked.
His face would hardly be remarked among the infinite variety of human
countenances by any feature particularly striking.
Sthendal
The red and the black
There
is pleasure in the pathless woods,
there
is rapture in the lonely shore,
there
is society where none intrudes,
by
the deep sea, and music in its roar;
I
love not Man the less, but Nature more.
Lord
Byron
Sand,
sand, and still more sand!
The desert! Fearful land!
Teeming
with monsters dread
And plagues on every hand!
Here in an
endless flow,
Sandhills of golden glow,
Where'er the tempests
blow,
Like a great flood are spread.
Sometimes the sacred
spot
Hears human sounds profane, when
As from Ophir or from
Memphre
Stretches the caravan.
From far the eyes, its
trail
Along the burning shale
Bending its wavering tail,
Like
a mottled serpent scan.
These deserts are of God!
His are the
bounds alone,
Here, where no feet have trod,
To Him its centre
known!
And from this smoking sea
Veiled in obscurity,
The
foam one seems to see
In fiery ashes thrown.
Victor
Hugo Les Orienteles
Les Orientales is a collection of poems by Victor Hugo, inspired by Greek War of Independance. They werethe first published in January 1829.
Of the forty-onepoems, thirty-six were writen during 1828. They offer a series of highly coloured tableaux depicting scenes from eastern Mediterranean that, reflecting the cultural and political bias of French public, underscore the contrast between freedom-loving Greeks and imperialism Ottoman Turks. The fashionable subject ensured the books´s success.
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