‘I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself. I will keep the law given by God; sanctioned by man. I will hold to the principles received by me when I was sane, and not mad–as I am now. Laws and principles are not for the times when there is no temptation: they are for moments as this when my body and soul rise in mutiny against their rigor; stringent are they; inviolate they shall be. If at my individual convenience I might break them, what would be their worth? They have a worth–so I have always believed; and if I cannot believe it now, it is because I am insane–quite insane, with my veins running fire, and my heart beating faster than I can count its throbs. Preconceived opinions, foregone determinations, are all I have at this hour to stand by: there I plant my foot.’
-Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
Of all the poets I’ve read recently, William Blake, Robert Browning, and T.S. Eliot are my favorites.
I had read some Browning in previous years, namely “My Last Duchess.” That particular poem I hadn’t much care for, but after recently reading “The Pied Piper of Hamelin,” I decided to revise my opinion on the poet. Continue reading “Poem Post: The Pied Piper of Hamelin”
I was inspired by the mini review posts Remnants of Wit recently did on the books she read in literature class, so I thought I’d do a quick overview of the books I read this past year.
This past school year I’ve read a lot of books written by British authors from various historic and literary eras. I definitely didn’t enjoy all of them–some I outright detested–but I was, and still am, fascinated by how our idea of “good writing” has changed so much over time.
I read from the Anglo-Saxon era to the Modernist period so I’ll go in chronological order. Continue reading “Books I Read In British Lit – Part I”