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The Victorian Era
Transcript of The Victorian Era
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul. Invictus by William Ernest Henley 1837 1840 1861 1901 Queen Victoria's Reign The British Empire Confederation 1867 Prime Ministers Sir John A MacDonald (1815-1891) Alexander Mackenzie (1822-1992) Inventions Potato Famine (1845) Alexander Graham Bell (1847-1922) Thomas Edison (1847-1931) "Genius is one percent inspiration and 99 percent perspiration." - Edison Karl Marx (1818-1883) Charles Darwin (1809-1892) Evolution Marxism Utilitarianism London Fog Change vs. Decay “I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints.”
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning,
How do I love the, let me count the ways... Excerpt from Chapter 1 of Bleak House:
"Smoke lowering down from chimney-pots, making a soft black drizzle, with flakes of soot in it as big as full-grown snowflakes--gone into mourning, one might imagine, for the death of the sun.
"Fog everywhere. Fog up the river, where it flows among green aits and meadows; fog down the river, where it rolls deified among the tiers of shipping and the waterside pollutions of a great (and dirty) city. Fog on the Essex marshes, fog on the Kentish heights. Fog creeping into the cabooses of collier-brigs; fog lying out on the yards and hovering in the rigging of great ships; fog drooping on the gunwales of barges and small boats. Fog in the eyes and throats of ancient Greenwich pensioners, wheezing by the firesides of their wards; fog in the stem and bowl of the afternoon pipe of the wrathful skipper, down in his close cabin; fog cruelly pinching the toes and fingers of his shivering little 'prentice boy on deck. Chance people on the bridges peeping over the parapets into a nether sky of fog, with fog all round them, as if they were up in a balloon and hanging in the misty clouds.
"The raw afternoon is rawest, and the dense fog is densest, and the muddy streets are muddiest near that leaden-headed old obstruction, appropriate ornament for the threshold of a leaden-headed old corporation, Temple Bar." “ . . . I saw that everything within my view which ought to be white, had been white long ago, and had lost its lustre and was faded and yellow. I saw that the bride within the bridal dress had withered like the dress, and like the flowers, and had no brightness left but the brightness of her sunken eyes.”
-Charles Dickens, Great Expectations Poets Charles Dickens
(1812-1870) Mark Twain
(1835-1910) George Eliot
(1818-1880) Thomas Hardy
(1840-1928) Edgar Allen Poe
(1809-1849) Emily Dickenson
(1830-1886) Elizabeth & Robert Browning
(1854-1900) The Brontë Sisters Lord Alfred Tennyson
(1809-1892) The Telephone Safety Elevator Incandescent Light Bulb First Pedal Cycle Children's Literature Drama Poetry Supernatural & Fantastic Romanticism (1800-1880) Impressionism (1867-1886) Post-Impressionism (1880-1920) The Return of The Progidal Son (1862) Flint Castle (1838) The Croquet Party (1883) Starry Night (1889) Music Architecture