Dark Romantic times

By: Shelbie Peters

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William Blake

William Blake was an English poet, painter, and print maker. Largely unrecognized during his lifetime, Blake is now considered a seminal figure in the history of the poetry and visual arts of the Romantic Age. Born November 28, 1757 and died August 12, 1827 William was 70 years old.

Love's Secret

Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind does move
Silently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart;
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears,
Ah! she did depart!

Soon as she was gone from me,
A traveler came by,
Silently, invisibly
He took her with a sigh.

Anne-Louis Girodet-Trioson : Atala au tombeau

This picture represents the life of a loved one being taken, taken so soon, so quickly, and silently. She was taken away from her dearest love, who was not afraid to love her. "He took her with a sigh." symbolizes that she is taken away, in a depressing way.

Romantic Love

This photo symbolizes the love and affection that two people have for each other in a way which they are freely expressing their feelings to one another. "I told my love, I told my love, I told her with all my heart;" The man expressed his love for his significant other before she was taken.


This photo showing two people kissing could represent the love that they have for each other and the bond held between the two people for the relationship they have between one another. "Never seek to tell thy love, love that never told can be;"

From The End Jim Morrison (1943-71)

This is the end,

Beautiful friend,
This is the end,
My only friend,
The end...of our elaborate plans,
The end...of everything that stands,
The end...no safety or surprise,
The end...I’ll never look into your eyes

Can you picture what will be,

So limitless and free,
Desperately in need of some
Stranger’s hand
In a desperate land.
Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane;
Waiting for the summer rain.

As I Went Out One Morning Bob Dylan (b. 1941)

As I went out one morning

To breathe the air around Tom Paine’s,
I spied the fairest damsel
That ever did walk in chains.
I offer’d her my hand,
She took me by the arm.
I knew that very instant,
She meant to do me harm.

"Depart from me this moment,"

I told her with my voice.
Said she, "But I don’t wish to,"
Said I, "But you have no choice."
"I beg you, sir," she pleaded
From the corners of her mouth,
"I will secretly accept you
And together we’ll fly south."

Just then Tom Paine, himself,

Came running from across the field,
Shouting at this lovely girl
And commanding her to yield.
And as she was letting go her grip,
Up Tom Paine did run,
"I’m sorry, sir," he said to me,
"I’m sorry for what she’s done.