The Emergence of Romanticism

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Oxford University Press, 18 мая 1995 г. - Всего страниц: 128
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Although primarily known as an eminent historian of Russia, Nicholas Riasanovsky has been a longtime student of European Romanticism. In this book, Riasanovsky offers a refreshing and appealing new interpretation of Romanticism's goals and influence. He searches for the origins of the dazzling vision that made the great early Romantic poets in England and Germany--Wordsworth, Coleridge, Novalis, and Friedrich Schlegel--look at the world in a new way. He stresses that Romanticism was produced only by Western Christian civilization, with its unique view of humankind's relationship to God. The Romantic's frantic and heroic striving after unreachable goals mirrors Christian beliefs in human inability to adequately address God, speak to God, or praise God. Further, Riasanovsky argues that Romantic thought had important political implications, playing a key role in the rise of nationalism in Europe. Offering a historical examination of an area often limited to literary analysis, this book gracefully makes a larger historical statement about the nature and centrality of European Romanticism.

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A clear and modest but wide-ranging, incisive, and stimulating essay in comparative literature, especially on the eternal problem of German and English early romanticism, with some discussion of ... Читать весь отзыв

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1 The Emergence of Romanticism in England
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2 The Emergence of Romanticism in Germany
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3 Some Observations on the Emergence of Romanticism
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Works Cited
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Index
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