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Berta Viteri - LaletraBlaletrab.bsky.social@bsky.brid.gy
2025-06-22

“El hada de las aguas, guardiana del espejismo, tiene en su mano todos los pájaros del cielo. Un charco contiene un universo. Un instante de sueño contiene un alma entera.” G. Bachelard #photography #preraphaelites #romanticism #pictorialism #selfportrait #myth

Giuseppe MichieliGMIK69@mstdn.science
2025-06-15

The Annunciation, Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1849 - 1850), etidiohnew.blogspot.com/2025/0

#art #paintings #romanticism

Hidden GemsHiddenGems
2025-06-13

Cropsey's "The Clove" captures the fierce beauty of the Catskills, where man stands powerless against nature's might. The dramatic storm amplifies a sense of urgency and awe. How do you interpret the struggle between humanity and the wilderness?

clevelandart.org/art/1946.494

Vintage Fantasy Art - NOAIvintagefantasyart
2025-06-12

« Silence », 1900

by William Heath Robinson (British Illustrator, 1872-1944)
Illustration for "The Poems of Edgar Allan Poe”, George Bell & Sons, London, 1900

Assoc for Scottish Literaturescotlit@mastodon.scot
2025-06-12

‘Transatlanticism and “Natural Sympathy” in Christian Isobel Johnstone’s CLAN-ALBIN: A National Tale (1815)’

Jennifer Marie Van Vliet, International Review of Scottish Studies 37 (2012)

@litstudies

2/4

researchgate.net/publication/2

#Scottish #literature #womenwriters #18thcentury #19thcentury #romanticism

Assoc for Scottish Literaturescotlit@mastodon.scot
2025-06-12

Christian Isobel Johnstone (1781–1857) – novelist, journalist, & editor – was born #OTD, 12 June.

Johnstone was editor for more than a decade of Tait’s Edinburgh Magazine, a journal famous for its vigorous liberal viewpoints & incisive literary reviews, & wrote some of the most remarkable Scottish novels of the #Romantic era.

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scottishwomenwritersontheweb.n

#Scottish #literature #womenwriters #18thcentury #19thcentury #romanticism

Alexander Huberc18ah.bsky.social@bsky.brid.gy
2025-06-12

The #RomanticPeriodPoetryArchive is open-access and encourages collaboration. All contributions to the platform are individually acknowledged as micro-publications. #RPPA facilitates flexible textual and image/audio/video annotations. www.romanticperiodpoetry.org #Romanticism #DH

Screenshot of a RPPA workbench showing Sandor Petofi's "A Tisza"
Alexander Huberc18ah@hcommons.social
2025-06-12

The #RomanticPeriodPoetryArchive is open-access and encourages collaboration. All contributions to the platform are individually acknowledged as micro-publications. #RPPA facilitates flexible textual and image/audio/video annotations.

romanticperiodpoetry.org/

#Romanticism #DH

Screenshot of a RPPA workbench showing Sandor Petofi's "A Tisza"
Assoc for Scottish Literaturescotlit@mastodon.scot
2025-06-11

“By astutely situating Craik’s poems within the wider framework of her entire œuvre, and implicitly guiding readers of this edition to do the same, POEMS BY A LADY points to and invites a very promising range of critical approaches”

—POEMS BY A LADY, reviewed in the Burns Chronicle by Cleo O’Callaghan Yeoman

6/6

euppublishing.com/doi/full/10.

#Scottish #literature #18thcentury #romanticism #poetry #Gothic #WomenWriters

Assoc for Scottish Literaturescotlit@mastodon.scot
2025-06-11

“My interest was sparked by the circumstances – the discovery of a manuscript that had long been thought lost. Add to that the very questionable rumours surrounding Craik’s abrupt departure from Arbigland, and you’ve got yourself a plot that seems to jump out of the pages of academic fiction.”

—Rachel Mann & Patrick Scott discuss their co-edited edition of Helen Craik’s POEMS BY A LADY

5/6

bars.ac.uk/blog/?p=4847

#Scottish #literature #18thcentury #romanticism #poetry #Gothic #WomenWriters

Assoc for Scottish Literaturescotlit@mastodon.scot
2025-06-11

In 2023 we published Helen Craik’s POEMS BY A LADY, edited from the Beinecke manuscript. With full notes on each poem, & additional source material, this volume adds significantly to Craik scholarship & to the critical reassessment of poetry by Scottish women in the Romantic era

4/6

asls.org.uk/publications/books

#Scottish #literature #18thcentury #romanticism #poetry #Gothic #WomenWriters

Assoc for Scottish Literaturescotlit@mastodon.scot
2025-06-11

Prof Scott & his colleague Dr Rachel Mann edited the manuscript. Helen Craik’s poetry demonstrates the breadth & talent of women writers, many of whom are lost in the archives: “She’s remarkable, but Craik also isn’t that different from her peers at that time. There were a lot of women just like her who were working in manuscript,” Mann says

3/6

sc.edu/study/colleges_schools/

#Scottish #literature #18thcentury #romanticism #poetry #Gothic #WomenWriters

Assoc for Scottish Literaturescotlit@mastodon.scot
2025-06-11

Helen Craik’s manuscript, “Poems by a Lady”, was recently rediscovered in the Beinecke Library at Yale, by Burns scholar Prof Patrick Scott. The Library has now digitised the manuscript & made it available online

2/6

collections.library.yale.edu/c

#Scottish #literature #18thcentury #romanticism #poetry #Gothic #WomenWriters #RobertBurns

Assoc for Scottish Literaturescotlit@mastodon.scot
2025-06-11

Helen Craik (1751–1825), Gothic novelist & friend of Robert Burns, died 200 years ago #OTD, 11 June. Craik published 5 novels but no poetry. In 1919, excerpts of her poems appeared in a newspaper, but the source – a notebook Craik presented to a family friend – disappeared…

1/6

#Scottish #literature #18thcentury #romanticism #poetry #Gothic #WomenWriters #manuscripts

A manuscript page, headed Poems by A LADY Underneath is a paragraph in ornate copperplate handwriting (it's from Laurence Sterne’s A Sentimental Journey through France and Italy, by Mr Yorick, vol. II): Dear sensibility! source inexhausted of all that’s precious in our Joys, or costly in our sorrows! thou chainest thy martyr down upon his bed of straw—and ’tis thou who lifts him up to Heaven—Eternal fountain of our feelings, ’tis here I trace thee.— Below is a drawing of a curly-haired cherub's face, with wings made of looping pen-strokes.
Aldi80s 🇯🇵 アルディaldi80s
2025-06-10

I'm loving the book "Rhymes & Legends" by Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer (Spain, 1836-1870).
I'm not really into poetry, but I learn a lot about it from his works.
I'm sure I'll devour all 400 pages in a few days!

Aldi80saldi80s@minidisc.tokyo
2025-06-10

I'm loving the book "Rhymes & Legends" by Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer (Spain, 1836-1870).
I'm not really into poetry, but I learn a lot about it from his works.
I'm sure I'll devour all 400 pages in a few days!

#Books #BooksReading #Reader #1800s #Spain #Poems #Romanticism

Joshua Walkerbigjosh84.bsky.social@bsky.brid.gy
2025-06-10

For #PrideMonth, I’m honoring Lord Byron—the tempestuous bard of passion, rebellion, and dark romance, whose legacy defied convention and celebrated love in all its forms. Here are some Byron-inspired poems I crafted in tribute. 💙🌈 #blueskypoets #pride #Byron #romanticism #poems

Description: A lyrical, romantic sonnet set at twilight, blending themes of memory, longing, and the haunting beauty of lost love. The imagery weaves night, wind, and rain into an emotional reflection on a love that endures beyond time. Why I wrote it: This poem came from the ache of remembering something beautiful that couldn’t last. It’s about how certain emotions—especially love—can remain in us long after they’ve gone from the world around us. That ache is part of what makes us feel alive. Poem Text: Twilight’s Bitter Embrace Beneath the twilight’s faint and flickering sigh, I tread the edge where dreams and shadows blend, A restless heart beneath the endless sky, Yearning for love that time cannot amend. The breeze revives a vow once left betrayed, Soft whispers of a wild, unspoken flame, A secret pledge within the moon’s cascade, That stirs the pulse of every silent claim. Though daylight wanes and steals the fleeting day, The ghost of passion haunts my veins’ refrain— A spark that lingers at the dusk’s soft sway, A tender ache that pulses like the rain. So let the night enwreathe its velvet chain— My soul will dance within love’s sweet, sharp pain.Description: A dramatic sonnet set on a stormy shoreline, exploring themes of pain, defiance, and inner transformation. It uses vivid ocean imagery and the myth of the phoenix to depict rising from suffering with fierce pride. Why I wrote it: This poem is about resilience—how the wounds we carry can become part of our strength. I’ve lived through storms that left marks, and writing this was a way to honor the part of me that kept rising anyway. Poem Text: Phoenix of the Salted Shore Upon the shore where restless waters break, I trace the scars that time has yet to heal, A captive bound beneath fate’s cruel stake, Each breath a wound too raw for time to seal. The siren’s song, a lure of sweet despair, Calls out beyond the mortal eye’s confined, A flame that flickers in the salted air, Consuming edges of the dark entwined. Yet through the storm, my spirit dares to rise— A phoenix clad in shadows and in flame, Defying fate’s relentless, watchful eyes, To claim the truth no chain can ever tame. Though scorned by worlds that shun what they despise, I wear my scars like armor, fierce with pride.Description: A dark, brooding sonnet that journeys through decay, shattered dreams, and the harsh truths hidden beneath a world of false appearances. It captures a rebel spirit that defies fate amid sorrow and desolation. Why I wrote it: This poem reflects a deep struggle with loss and isolation, and the fierce desire to claim one’s voice despite pain. It’s about embracing the darkness as part of creation and identity, even when the world rejects tenderness. Poem Text: Ruins of Forgotten Dream I rove through ruins where forgotten dreams decay, Where beauty’s ghost, pale as the waning moon, Wails softly through the night’s relentless sway— A soul in fragments, torn and marred too soon. The world’s a tempest veiled in gilded lies, Exalting those who scorn the tender heart, Yet in the darkness, flickers truth’s last cries— A dying spark that seeks to kindle art. O’er cliffs of sorrow, wild winds howl and tear, As passion’s flame consumes the frozen night, I carve my name upon this jagged lair, A rebel’s shout cast forth from fading light. Though fettered by the chains that fate insists— I taste the abyss and savor its dark twists.Description: A powerful, gothic sonnet evoking the image of a tortured, rebellious soul caught between light and darkness. It portrays intense passion, defiance, and a profound connection to Byron’s tempestuous legacy. Why I wrote it: This poem is a tribute to the enduring spirit of Byron himself—his fierce emotions, his pain, and his refusal to be tamed. Writing it was a way to connect with that legacy of wildness and artistic rebellion that continues to inspire me. Poem Text: Lord of Storms In caverned depths where shadows weave their song, A tortured soul laments the weight he bears, With eyes ablaze, he rights the ancient wrong, His voice a tempest borne on whispered prayers. The world’s disdain, a cloak of jagged thorn, His heart a chalice brimming with contempt, Yet still he loves beneath the shattered morn, Embracing loss—a kin forever kept. A lord of storms, unbound by mortal chain, He dances ‘twixt the angel and the fiend, His passions fierce as thunder’s ruthless rain, A reckless spirit none may hope to glean. So rise, O Byron, from your darkened tomb— In fire and shadow, let your legacy bloom.
Benjamin GarellyDonGarellos
2025-06-09

Orchestre de Paris 🇫🇷 / Klaus Mäkelä
Berlioz / Ravel (2025)

open.spotify.com/intl-de/album

Assoc for Scottish Literaturescotlit@mastodon.scot
2025-06-03

Celebrating Robert Tannahill (2024)

Dissenting from prevailing notions that label Tannahill as “sweetly sentimental”, Prof Fred Freeman’s lecture positions him as a major poet who expanded the tradition of British “rationalist” pastoralism

@litstudies

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youtube.com/watch?v=Tw2mnuTvci

#Scottish #literature #poetry #18thcentury #19thCentury #romanticism #pastoral #workingclass

Assoc for Scottish Literaturescotlit@mastodon.scot
2025-06-03

Keen blaws the wind o’er er the Braes o’ Gleniffer.
The auld castle’s turrets are cover’d wi’ snaw;
How chang’d frae the time when I met wi’ my lover
Amang the broom bushes by Stanley green shaw…

—Robert Tannahill, “The Braes o’ Gleniffer”
published in The Works of Robert Tannahill (1838)

2/3

#Scottish #literature #poetry #song #18thcentury #19thCentury #romanticism #pastoral #workingclass

The Braes o’ Gleniffer Robert Tannahill Air: Bonnie Dundee Arranged by Smith Keen blaws the wind o’er er the Braes o’ Gleniffer. The auld castle’s turrets are cover’d wi’ snaw; How chang’d frae the time when I met wi’ my lover Amang the broom bushes by Stanley green shaw: The wild flow’rs o’ simmer were spread a’ sae bonnie, The mavis sang sweet frae the green birken tree: But far to the camp they hae march’d my dear Johnnie, And now it is winter wi’ nature and me. Then ilk thing around us was blithesome and cheery, Then ilk thing around us was bonny and braw; Now naething is heard but the wind whistling dreary, And naething is seen but the wide-spreading snaw. The trees are a’ bare, and the birds mute and dowie, They shake the cauld drift frae their wings as they flee, And chirp out their plaints, seeming wae for my Johnnie,— ’Tis winter wi’ them, and ’tis winter wi’ me. Yon cauld sleety cloud skiffs alang the bleak mountain, And shakes the dark firs on the stey rocky brae, While down the deep glen bawls the snaw-flooded fountain, That murmur'd sae sweet to my laddie and me. ’Tis no its loud roar on the wintry wind swellin’, ’Tis no the cauld blast brings the tears i’ my e’e, For, O gin I saw hut my bonny Scotch callan, The dark days o’ winter were simmer to me! Concerning this beautiful song we cannot do better than quote the observations of Smith, evincing as they do that correct critical taste for which we have in the Memoir given him credit:—"Songs possessing great poetical beauty do not alway ecome favourites with the public. 'Keen blaws the wind o'er the Braes o' Gleniffer,' is perhaps Tannahill's best lyrical effusion, yet it does not appear to be much known, at least it is but seldom sung. It was written for the old Scottish melody 'Bonnie Dundee,' but Burns had occupied the same ground before him. Mr Ross of Aberdeen composed a very pretty air for it; yet, to use the phrase of a certain favourite vocal performer, 'it did not hit.'—The of this song appear to me beautiful and natural. There is an elegant simplicity in the couplet, 'The wild flow'rs o' simmer were spread a sae bonnie, The mavis sang sweet frae the green birken tree;' and the dreary appearance of the scenery in winter is strikingly portrayed in the second stanza: 'Now naething is heard but the wind whistling dreary, And naething is seen but the wide spreading snaw.' Again, 'The trees are a' bare, and the birds mute and dowie, They shake the cauld drift fras their wings as they flee, And chirp out their plaints, seeming wae for my Johnnie, 'Tis winter wi' them, and 'tis winter wi' me.' The birds shaking the cauld drift frae their wings is an idea not unworthy of Burns"—'Harp of Renfrewshire,' p.xxxviii.-ED.

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