The Great Exhibition
The Great Exhibition was held in Hyde park in London, England through May 1 and October 15 1851. It was the first exhibition of it's kind. It was a celebration of modern technology and design. I think that world fairs like this one today helps people with different ideas be able to show the world what they have come up with. I think that back then this would have been like going to Mars .
The Seneca Falls Convention
Was held July 19 through July 20 it was a women's rights convention it was actually the first ever women's rights convention. It was men and women meeting to discuss the legal limitations women have and they're rights. They used the declaration of independence to make there statements about there not being treated fairly.It is called the birthplace of feminism. I think that it took alot for women to stand up to what they believed in and what they should be treated like.
What was life like
I think that life was on the edge of change. I think that they were changing from the way they produced things to the technology they had to make and create things. I think it was an age of change. And the people of the town wanted that change. They pushed themselves to change with the changing times. I think that they made change during the Victorian Period.
What did the Victorian writers want to express in there litereature
In victorian literature they asked did it satify human needs and wishes, exploting the earth and human beings to achieve comforts, codes of decorum and authority, materialist ideas of reality, human life, scare and shame readers. Victorian literature entertianed, informed, warned, and reassured.
Cradle Song
What does little birdie sayIn her nest at peep of day?Let me fly, says little birdie,Mother, let me fly away.Birdie, rest a little longer,Till thy little wings are stronger.So she rests a little longer,Then she flies away.What does little baby say,In her bed at peep of day?Baby says, like little birdie,Let me rise and fly away.Baby, sleep a little longer,Till thy little limbs are stronger.If she sleeps a little longer,Baby too shall fly away. Alfred, Lord Tennyson
A Woman's Last Word
I.Let's contend no more, Love,Strive nor weep:All be as before, Love,---Only sleep!II.What so wild as words are?I and thouIn debate, as birds are,Hawk on bough!III.See the creature stalkingWhile we speak!Hush and hide the talking,Cheek on cheek!IV.What so false as truth is,False to thee?Where the serpent's tooth isShun the tree---V.Where the apple reddensNever pry---Lest we lose our Edens,Eve and I.VI.Be a god and hold meWith a charm!Be a man and fold meWith thine arm!VII.Teach me, only teach, LoveAs I oughtI will speak thy speech, Love,Think thy thought---VIII.Meet, if thou require it,Both demands,Laying flesh and spiritIn thy hands.IX.That shall be to-morrowNot to-night:I must bury sorrowOut of sight:X---Must a little weep, Love,(Foolish me!)And so fall asleep, Love,Loved by thee. Robert Browning
A Wish
I ask not that my bed of deathFrom bands of greedy heirs be free;For these besiege the latest breathOf fortune's favoured sons, not me.I ask not each kind soul to keepTearless, when of my death he hears;Let those who will, if any, weep!There are worse plagues on earth than tears.I ask but that my death may findThe freedom to my life denied;Ask but the folly of mankind,Then, at last, to quit my side.Spare me the whispering, crowded room,The friends who come, and gape, and go;The ceremonious air of gloom -All which makes death a hideous show!Nor bring, to see me cease to live,Some doctor full of phrase and fame,To shake his sapient head and giveThe ill he cannot cure a name.Nor fetch, to take the accustomed tollOf the poor sinner bound for death,His brother doctor of the soul,To canvass with official breathThe future and its viewless things -That undiscovered mysteryWhich one who feels death's winnowing wingsMust need read clearer, sure, than he!Bring none of these; but let me be,While all around in silence lies,Moved to the window near, and seeOnce more before my dying eyesBathed in the sacred dew of mornThe wide aerial landscape spread -The world which was ere I was born,The world which lasts when I am dead.Which never was the friend of one,Nor promised love it could not give,But lit for all its generous sun,And lived itself, and made us live.There let me gaze, till I becomeIn soul with what I gaze on wed!To feel the universe my home;To have before my mind -insteadOf the sick-room, the mortal strife,The turmoil for a little breath -The pure eternal course of life,Not human combatings with death.Thus feeling, gazing, let me growComposed, refreshed, ennobled, clear;Then willing let my spirit goTo work or wait elsewhere or here! Matthew Arnold
Step 2: Victorian Poets
Thomas Hardy's poem I said to love was a good example of victorian poems because it is a good example human needs I guess. I read a couple of his poems but really could not get into any of them they were not my kind of poems. But from what I did get It seemed to me as though they were good examples of Victorian writing because of the topics he was writing on.
When he said, "It is not now as in old days When men adored thee and thy ways, All else above. I think that was a good example of human needs, everybody ends up getting old, and that is just something that happens. Like I said this peom was kind of confusing but I think that the subject really makes the decision.
I read a Womans lastword by Robert Browning. I really liked this poem I guess just how he wrote it. It made you feeel the love that she had for him and how everything just made her feel the love. I think that I like Robert Browning alot better than any of the other writers.
I think that this is a good example of victorian poetry because it made me feel reassured about love, it makes you want to have a love like she has. Teach me, only teach, LoveAs I oughtI will speak thy speech, Love,Think thy thought, this was one of my favorite lines I really liked how this rolls off your tongue.
I read a Cradle Song by Lord Alfred Tennyson. I liked this even though it reminded me of mother goose. I think it is very cutsey and kids probably would like to learn this poem. I think I liked his writing throughtout the poem though. It sounded like he truly wrote this poem to read to his own child.
What I think really made this poem a good poem to model the restoration period. I think that this model the restoration period becasue it kind of informs you of something, that you have to wait till it is your time. I think that it is a cute little story. And I think the purpose of the story makes it a romanticism poem.
A Wish
I ask not that my bed of deathFrom bands of greedy heirs be free;For these besiege the latest breathOf fortune's favoured sons, not me.I ask not each kind soul to keepTearless, when of my death he hears;Let those who will, if any, weep!There are worse plagues on earth than tears.I ask but that my death may findThe freedom to my life denied;Ask but the folly of mankind,Then, at last, to quit my side.Spare me the whispering, crowded room,The friends who come, and gape, and go;The ceremonious air of gloom -All which makes death a hideous show!Nor bring, to see me cease to live,Some doctor full of phrase and fame,To shake his sapient head and giveThe ill he cannot cure a name.Nor fetch, to take the accustomed tollOf the poor sinner bound for death,His brother doctor of the soul,To canvass with official breathThe future and its viewless things -That undiscovered mysteryWhich one who feels death's winnowing wingsMust need read clearer, sure, than he!Bring none of these; but let me be,While all around in silence lies,Moved to the window near, and seeOnce more before my dying eyesBathed in the sacred dew of mornThe wide aerial landscape spread -The world which was ere I was born,The world which lasts when I am dead.Which never was the friend of one,Nor promised love it could not give,But lit for all its generous sun,And lived itself, and made us live.There let me gaze, till I becomeIn soul with what I gaze on wed!To feel the universe my home;To have before my mind -insteadOf the sick-room, the mortal strife,The turmoil for a little breath -The pure eternal course of life,Not human combatings with death.Thus feeling, gazing, let me growComposed, refreshed, ennobled, clear;Then willing let my spirit goTo work or wait elsewhere or here! Matthew Arnold
The poem A Wish by Matthew Arnold was a good poem I liked his whole prpose behind it. I also think that death is not handled right now a days, I would not want any one to mourn over my body, I feel like you should celebrate the life that I had not my death. I think that he was very smart on his thoughts.
I think that his poem was a very good renissanece poem because it was informing you of his thoughts. It was kind of funny the way he described certian situations in his life but other than that it was just plan out informing. I think it was the best point of view poem from what I have read.