#French Romanticism

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Christ on the Sea of Galilee, Eugène Delacroix, 1841

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Portrait of Mme Marjolin, née Duval, c. 1800s

By Henriette Lorimier, French Artist

About the Artist:

Around 1800, more and more women took part in the French artistic life. Henriette Lorimier was a popular portraitist in Paris during the Napoleonic era. In 1805 Caroline Bonaparte-Murat, a sister of the Emperor, purchased “La Chèvre Nourricière” a painting exhibited at the 1804 Salon and in 1806 Henriette Lorimier was awarded a First Class Medal for her painting of “Jeanne de Navarre” which was then purchased by the Empress Josephine, consort of the Emperor Napoleon I.

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Gustave Courbet (French, 1819-1877) • Self-Portrait with a Black Dog • 1842

Courbet was a French painter who led the Realism movement in 19th-century French painting. Committed to painting only what he could see, he rejected academic convention and the Romanticism of the previous generation of visual artists. His independence set an example that was important to later artists, such as the Impressionists and the Cubists. Courbet occupies an important place in 19th-century French painting as an innovator and as an artist willing to make bold social statements through his work.

– Wikipedia

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"That's enough for me," said Sonya, flushing crimson.

"No; but I have been in love a thousand times, and I shall fall in love again, though such a feeling of affection, confidence and love I have for no one as for you. Then I am young…”- Nikolay

"Don't speak to me of it. I want nothing. I love you as a brother, and shall always love you, and I want nothing more." - Sonya

"You are an angel; I'm not worthy of you, but I am only afraid of deceiving you” - Nikolay

War & Peace by Leo Tolstoy

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Not Strong Enough (boygenius) / Jacob Wrestling With the Angel (Eugène Delacroix)

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DAPHNE by Alfred de Vigny. (Paris: F-L Schmied, 1924) Designed and illustrated with 50 wood engravings by François-Louis Schmied. Art binding by Devauchelle .

Written in 1837 but not published until 1912, this novel is the most philosophical of the French Romantic poet’s work. It examines the role of the artist in society.

Midnight blue crushed Morocco inlaid and gilt in an Art Deco design inspired by Schmied. Covers have gold and silver geometric tooling, with metallic and tan morocco inlays. The engravings are enhanced with silver and gold.

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Alain Delon & Romy Schneider in La Piscine, 1969. St Tropez. #mood #GentlemanModern #alaindelon #delon #romyschneider #lapiscine #summer #sttropez #movie #french #frenchcinema #love

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Punishment as spectacle in French Romanticism:

“(…) tavolettas (are) Sort of wooden tablets hung up at the corners of streets the evening before an execution, on which is pasted up a paper containing the names of the condemned persons, their crimes, and mode of punishment. The reason for so publicly announcing all this is, that all good and faithful Catholics may offer up their prayers for the unfortunate culprits, and, above all, beseech of Heaven to grant them a sincere repentance.”

“And these tablets are brought to you that you may add your prayers to those of the faithful, are they?” asked Franz somewhat incredulously.

“Oh, dear, no, your excellency! I have not time for anybody’s affairs but my own and those of my honorable guests; but I make an agreement with the man who pastes up the papers, and he brings them to me as he would the playbills, that in case any person staying at my hotel should like to witness an execution, he may obtain every requisite information concerning the time and place etc.”

Dumas, The Count of Montecristo

“The mud splashes you as you drive through it in your carriage—you are a respectable person; you go afoot and are splashed—you are a scoundrel. You are so unlucky as to walk off with something or other belonging to somebody else, and they exhibit you as a curiosity in the Place du Palais-de-Justice; you steal a million, and you are pointed out in every salon as a model of virtue. And you pay thirty millions for the police and the courts of justice, for the maintenance of law and order! A pretty slate of things it is!”

Balzac, Old Man Goriot

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Eugène Delacroix, The Prisoner of Chillon

He was a French Romantic artist regarded from the outset of his career as the leader of the French Romantic school.

🫶 I love this long poem .. . :'( hi ya!!! . ...

《The Prisoner of Chillon》拜倫勳爵 Lord Byron (George Gordon) An excerpt from this long poem of him and my favorite parts of :

A kind of change came in my fate, My keepers grew compassionate; I know not what had made them so, They were inured to sights of woe, But so it was:—my broken chain With links unfasten'd did remain, And it was liberty to stride Along my cell from side to side, And up and down, and then athwart, And tread it over every part; And round the pillars one by one, Returning where my walk begun, Avoiding only, as I trod, My brothers' graves without a sod; For if I thought with heedless tread My step profaned their lowly bed, My breath came gaspingly and thick, And my crush'd heart felt blind and sick. I made a footing in the wall, It was not therefrom to escape, For I had buried one and all, Who loved me in a human shape; And the whole earth would henceforth be A wider prison unto me: No child, no sire, no kin had I, No partner in my misery; I thought of this, and I was glad, For thought of them had made me mad; But I was curious to ascend To my barr'd windows, and to bend Once more, upon the mountains high, The quiet of a loving eye.

I saw them—and they were the same, They were not changed like me in frame; I saw their thousand years of snow On high—their wide long lake below, And the blue Rhone in fullest flow; I heard the torrents leap and gush O'er channell'd rock and broken bush; I saw the white-wall'd distant town, And whiter sails go skimming down; And then there was a little isle, Which in my very face did smile, The only one in view; A small green isle, it seem'd no more, Scarce broader than my dungeon floor, But in it there were three tall trees, And o'er it blew the mountain breeze, And by it there were waters flowing, And on it there were young flowers growing, Of gentle breath and hue. The fish swam by the castle wall, And they seem'd joyous each and all; The eagle rode the rising blast, Methought he never flew so fast As then to me he seem'd to fly; And then new tears came in my eye, And I felt troubled—and would fain I had not left my recent chain; And when I did descend again, The darkness of my dim abode Fell on me as a heavy load; It was as is a new-dug grave, Closing o'er one we sought to save,— And yet my glance, too much opprest, Had almost need of such a rest.

It might be months, or years, or days— I kept no count, I took no note— I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote; At last men came to set me free; I ask'd not why, and reck'd not where; It was at length the same to me, Fetter'd or fetterless to be, I learn'd to love despair. And thus when they appear'd at last, And all my bonds aside were cast, These heavy walls to me had grown A hermitage—and all my own! And half I felt as they were come To tear me from a second home: With spiders I had friendship made And watch'd them in their sullen trade, Had seen the mice by moonlight play, And why should I feel less than they? We were all inmates of one place, And I, the monarch of each race, Had power to kill—yet, strange to tell! In quiet we had learn'd to dwell; My very chains and I grew friends, So much a long communion tends To make us what we are:—even I Regain'd my freedom with a sigh.

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View of a Villa, Pizzofalcone, Naples, c.1819 by Lancelot-Théodore Turpin de Crissé

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Pilgrims in Rome, Paul Delaroche, 1842

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I cry:

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Victor Hugo sexyperson bracket: FINAL ROUND

Esmeralda v. Enjolras

Who will win?

You decide!!!

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Agenda today 📔:

Finish English assessments for Twelfth Night Shakespeare altogether

Journal

Manifesto writing , self development writing

Creating a recipe book (need to know how to cook)

Self care before bed 🛏️

extra 🕰️ read War & Peace Leo Tolstoy (current read)

(Personal note : need to stop being lazy & distracted)

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Still trying to finish The Count of Monte Cristo but already thankful to Alexandre Dumas père for not suffocating the reader with cringy and sticky love stories. Hopefully the same thing continues in his other works too, I admire how he's focused on telling the story instead of filling it up with philosophical stuff and other stuff that slow down the reader.

Of course this is my first impression on him. I'm yet to read The Three Musketeers and The Black Tulip.

I may be judging Victor Hugo way too much just because of the turmoil I went through while reading Les Miserables too. The love story there made me want to puke my bowels (and I always wondered why action wasn't more important). Anyways, Les Miserables was the first and only work I read written by Victor Hugo and maybe my opinion will change when I read The Hunchback of Notre Dame and The Last Days of A Condemned Man (I sincerely hope it will 🙏).

I'll see Honoré de Balzac too (he's a Realist but anyways). Maybe Theophile Gautier as well. Then I will be able to tell if French Romanticism is my cup of tea or not.

(Has nothing to do with the topic in hand but I still wonder what Russian Literature is really like)

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It’s been several years but if you come onto tumblr and mention George Sand and you misattribute a picture of Colette as her, I will still enter your ask box and tell you that.