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.