Based in London Romantic Poets Named cockney as an insult in 1817 calling them unsophisticated amateurs Poets were criticized by an anonymous person in a magazine John Keats ID: 531848
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Cockney School of PoetsBased in LondonRomantic PoetsNamed “cockney” as an insult in 1817 – calling them unsophisticated amateursPoets were criticized by an anonymous person in a magazineSlide2
John Keats (1795-1821)Leigh Hunt(1784-1859)
Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)
link William Hazlitt (1778-1830) John Scott (1784-1821) Slide3
"I cry your mercy-pity-love! -aye, love!“ by John KeatsI cry your mercy—pity—love!—aye, love! Merciful love that tantalizes not,One-thoughted
, never-wandering, guileless love,
Unmasked, and being seen—without a blot!O! let me have thee whole,—all—all—be mine! That shape, that fairness, that sweet minor zestOf love, your kiss,—those hands, those eyes divine, That warm, white, lucent, million-pleasured breast,Yourself—your soul—in pity give me all,
Withhold no atom’s atom or I dieOr living on perhaps, your wretched thrall, Forget, in the mist of idle misery,Life’s purposes,—the palate of my mind Losing its gust, and my ambition blind! Slide4
“Jenny Kiss’d Me” by Leigh HuntJenny kiss’d me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in;Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in!Say I’m weary, say I’m sad,
Say that health and wealth have
miss’d me,Say I’m growing old, but add, Jenny kiss’d me. Slide5
“A Lament” by Percy Bysshe Shelley O world! O life! O time!On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had stood before;When will return the glory of your prime? No more—Oh, never more! Out of the day and nightA joy has taken flight; Fresh spring, and summer, and winter hoar,
Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight
No more—Oh, never more!