· Exaltation of the senses and emotion overcome reason and intellect is the time when novels became more important · Imagination is very important, it is a God-like creator (W. Blake: "I know that this world is a World of Imagination and Vision") 3. Romantic image of the poet The poet was a learned man who also knew how to appreciate nature. He was in spiritual marriage between the mind and the external world. Poets believed that emotions were universal and almost inexpressible. They were always looking for smth. new, but also fought against previous literary styles and argued with philosophers from the 18th c and earlier. Romantic poet keeps the image of a nation alive and is: · A visionary · A free spirit whose most important sense was seeing · A noble savage · A wanderer · An artist as a supremely individual creator 4
Anantapur, India 1973. emotionally… something universally genuine with which the listeners of foreign countries may identify themselves and what they can comprehend. 1 Every kind of genuine music is sacred. It turns endless eternal existence into the perceivable. A Christian thinks that music can express God leading to Him at the same time, as He is the highest condition for all spirituality in every day life. The purifying effect of music is the more successful the more it expresses the inexpressible. 2 Every kind of music is just the reflection of its author, his inner Being. Looking back historically we see that all spiritual masterworks in music have been built up homogenously as one spiritual homogenous expression, pure means and genuine emotion. Estonian masters Rudolf Tobias, Artur Kapp and Cyrillus Kreek have their individual approach. Tobias brought forth all-human ideas and goals in his monumental
circumstance a matter of pleasure, because on such occasions it is the etiquette; but no one was less likely than Mrs. Bennet to find comfort in staying home at any period of her life. She concluded with many good wishes that Lady Lucas might soon be equally fortunate, though evidently and triumphantly believing there was no chance of it. In vain did Elizabeth endeavour to check the rapidity of her mother's words, or persuade her to describe her felicity in a less audible whisper; for, to her inexpressible vexation, she could perceive that the chief of it was overheard by Mr. Darcy, who sat opposite to them. Her mother only scolded her for being nonsensical. "What is Mr. Darcy to me, pray, that I should be afraid of him? I am sure we owe him no such particular civility as to be obliged to say nothing he may not like to hear." "For heaven's sake, madam, speak lower. What advantage can it be for you to offend Mr. Darcy? You will never recommend yourself to his friend by so doing!"