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At first, I was a tree —a blade of grass...—a cloud.... My eye saw and my skin felt — I did breath in the butterfly So close to Nature–as–God was I that... Romanced her she did to me Then, with a rending that tore all asunder, Iron AND Steel AND Coal AND THUNDER of... Machines pounding pounding pounding and... Ripping and ripping and ripping With a mighty roaring of engines came The Victorian Era bound up in all its pain.
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Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 7:55 PM UTC
End of British Romanticism Enter Victorian Era
At first, I was a tree —a blade of grass...—a cloud.... My eye saw and my skin felt — I did breath in the butterfly So close to Nature–as–God was I that... Romanced her she did to me Then, with a rending that tore all asunder, Iron AND Steel AND Coal AND THUNDER of... Machines pounding pounding pounding and... Ripping and ripping and ripping With a mighty roaring of engines came The Victorian Era bound up in all its pain.
This poem discusses how the Victorian era ended our unity with nature that occurred during British Romanticism. Industry killed nature and our unity with her.
#british#romanticism#victorian#era#nature#industrial#revolution#machines
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Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 7:55 PM UTC
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