Pocket Book of Romantic Poetry (Barnes & Noble Collectible Editions)

By Fall River Press

Pocket Book of Romantic Poetry is a compact compendium of the best poetry of the nineteenth-century British Romantic poets: William Blake, William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Lord Byron, Percy Bysshe Shelley, and John Keats. It includes some of the greatest poems in the English language, among them Keats’s “Ode on a Grecian Urn,” Shelley’s “Ozymandias, Wordsworth’s “Tintern Abbey,” and Coleridge’s “Kubla Khan.”
 
Pocket Book of Romantic Poetry is one of Barnes & Noble's Collectible Editions classics. Each volume features authoritative texts by the world's greatest authors in an elegantly designed bonded-leather binding, with distinctive gilt edging.
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fall River Press
• Release date: Dec 27, 2019
• ISBN: 9781435169340

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INTRODUCTION

When we use the term Romantic poetry, we are referring to a school of poetry—though it was hardly a formalized discipline—that emerged in the late eighteenth century, partly in response to the preceding Augustan era and the precepts that shaped its literature. And when we use the term Romantic poets with regard to the British Romantics, we are referring to six primary poets, representing two generations: William Blake, William Wordsworth, and Samuel Taylor Coleridge in the first generation, and Lord Byron, Percy Bysshe Shelley, and John Keats in the second generation.

The notion that there were two separate generations of British Romantic poets is, of course, an artificial distinction that scholars have imposed retroactively to grapple more readily with the contributions made by each. Wordsworth and Coleridge collaborated on their first volume of poetry, and Byron and Shelley socialized with one another, but all six of these poets were contemporaries and, in fact, the three members of the so-called first generation outlived the three members of the second generation. Their slight age differences notwithstanding, they all shared certain aesthetic values and artistic sensibilities that we associate with the era in which they wrote.

Chief among these was their championing of the power of imagination. Unlike their neoclassical predecessors, whose poetry and prose were products of what we have come to consider the Age of Reason, the Romantics believed that their poets’ imaginations transformed how they saw the world. Imagination was the means by which they channeled the strong emotions that imbued their poetry—what Wordsworth referred to as the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings—into evocative imagery and forms of expression that made the poet not merely an observer but the interpreter of the world around him. The natural world often served as a touchstone for their imaginative flights and nature imagery pervades their verse, from the albatross in Coleridge’s The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, whose killing represents man’s moral transgression against nature, to Mont Blanc, the Alpine mountain in Shelley’s poem of the same name, whose towering mass invites reflection on the sublime. Indeed, in the work of these poets affinity with nature serves much the same function that religious belief serves in the work of poets from earlier eras.

For all of their shared sensibilities, each of the British Romantics developed a unique personality and style that testifies to his creative individuality: Blake’s anti-doctrinalism in his Songs of Innocence and Songs of Experience; Wordsworth’s fondness for rural themes and settings; Coleridge’s visionary reach in Kubla Khan; Byron’s defiant hero in The Prisoner of Chillon (a prototype for what we recognize today as the Byronic hero); Shelley’s effusive outpourings of sentiment in Ode to the West Wind and To a Skylark; Keats’ search for beauty in art and nature in his various odes. The poems collected in this volume represent some of the best and most representative work of their authors, and are as enjoyable today as when they were written more than two centuries ago.

WILLIAM BLAKE

(1757–1827)

Songs of Innocence

Introduction

Piping down the valleys wild,

Piping songs of pleasant glee,

On a cloud I saw a child,

And he laughing said to me:—

Pipe a song about a lamb:

So I piped with merry cheer.

Piper, pipe that song again:

So I piped; he wept to hear.

"Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe,

Sing thy songs of happy cheer":

So I sung the same again,

While he wept with joy to hear.

"Piper, sit thee down and write

In a book that all may read—"

So he vanish’d from my sight;

And I pluck’d a hollow reed,

And I made a rural pen,

And I stain’d the water clear,

And I wrote my happy songs

Every child may joy to hear.

The Shepherd

How sweet is the shepherd’s sweet lot;

From the morn to the evening he strays;

He shall follow his sheep all the day,

And his tongue shall be filled with praise.

For he hears the lambs’ innocent call,

And he hears the ewes’ tender reply;

He is watchful while they are in peace,

For they know when their shepherd is nigh.

The Echoing Green

The sun does arise

And make happy the skies;

The merry bells ring

To welcome the spring;

The skylark and thrush,

The birds of the bush,

Sing louder around

To the bells’ cheerful sound,

While our sports shall be seen

On the echoing green.

Old John with white hair

Does laugh away care,

Sitting under the oak

Among the old folk.

They laugh at our play,

And soon they all say:

"Such, such were the joys

When we, all girls and boys,

In our youth-time were seen

On the echoing green."

Till the little ones, weary,

No more can be merry;

The sun does descend,

And our sports have an end.

Round the laps of their mothers

Many sisters and brothers,

Like birds in their nest,

Are ready for rest;

And sport no more seen

On the darkening green.

The Lamb

Little lamb, who made thee?

Dost thou know who made thee,

Gave thee life and bid thee feed

By the stream and o’er the mead;

Gave thee clothing of delight,

Softest clothing, woolly, bright;

Gave thee such a tender voice

Making all the vales rejoice;

Little lamb, who made thee?

Dost thou know who made thee?

Little lamb, I’ll tell thee,

Little lamb, I’ll tell thee.

He is called by thy name,

For he calls himself a Lamb:

He is meek and he is mild,

He became a little child.

I a child and thou a lamb,

We are called by his name.

Little lamb, God bless thee,

Little lamb, God bless thee.

The Little Black Boy

My mother bore me in the southern wild,

And I am black, but oh! my soul is white;

White as an angel is the English child,

But I am black, as if bereaved of light.

My mother taught me underneath a tree,

And sitting down before the heat of day,

She took me on her lap, and kissed me,

And, pointing to the east, began to say:—

"Look on the rising sun,—there God does live,

And gives his light, and gives his heat away;

And flowers, and trees, and beast, and men receive

Comfort in morning, joy in the noon-day.

"And we are put on earth a little space,

That we may learn to bear the beams of love;

And these black bodies and this sun-burnt face

Are but a cloud, and like a shady grove.

"For when our souls have learnt the heat to bear,

The clouds will vanish, we shall hear his voice,

Saying, ‘Come out from the grove, my love and care,

And round my golden tent like lambs rejoice.’"

Thus did my mother say, and kissed me;

And thus I say to little English boy,—

"When I from black, and he from white cloud free,

And round the tent of God like lambs we joy,

"I’ll shade him from the heat, till he can bear

To lean in joy upon our Father’s knee;

And then I’ll stand, and stroke his silver hair,

And be like him, and he will then love me."

The Blossom

Merry,