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I'm going to take you on a journey into the human imagination... | 0:00:02 | 0:00:06 | |
..back to a time when the values and ideas and dreams of the modern world were born. | 0:00:08 | 0:00:14 | |
200 years ago, monarchy was falling to the power of people's revolutions. | 0:00:18 | 0:00:25 | |
Industry and commerce were becoming the driving forces of existence, | 0:00:25 | 0:00:30 | |
and advances in science | 0:00:30 | 0:00:32 | |
were changing the way life itself was understood. | 0:00:32 | 0:00:38 | |
Artists all over the world | 0:00:38 | 0:00:40 | |
were inspired by these times of dramatic change. | 0:00:40 | 0:00:45 | |
In Britain, a group of poets and novelists pioneered | 0:00:45 | 0:00:48 | |
an alternative way of living and of looking at the world. | 0:00:48 | 0:00:55 | |
Among them were John Keats, | 0:00:55 | 0:00:58 | |
Lord Byron | 0:00:58 | 0:01:00 | |
and Percy Bysshe Shelley. | 0:01:00 | 0:01:05 | |
The enduring power of their writing haunts us to this day, | 0:01:05 | 0:01:10 | |
and inspires us still with visions of eternity. | 0:01:10 | 0:01:14 | |
In Oxford during the winter of 1811, an anonymous pamphlet was posted to | 0:01:40 | 0:01:47 | |
all the bishops and heads of the colleges at the university. | 0:01:47 | 0:01:52 | |
The pamphlet was entitled The Necessity Of Atheism. | 0:01:52 | 0:01:58 | |
It proclaimed that, without proof of the existence of God, | 0:01:58 | 0:02:03 | |
it was nonsense to believe in him. | 0:02:03 | 0:02:06 | |
Within 20 minutes of a copy of the pamphlet being placed in the window | 0:02:12 | 0:02:17 | |
of a bookshop on the high street, | 0:02:17 | 0:02:20 | |
a clergyman entered and demanded that all copies be burned. | 0:02:20 | 0:02:24 | |
The writer was committing blasphemy, a crime punishable with imprisonment. | 0:02:29 | 0:02:35 | |
He was attacking the very foundations | 0:02:37 | 0:02:41 | |
of European civilisation. | 0:02:41 | 0:02:43 | |
This is the story of a search for meaning in a world without God. | 0:02:51 | 0:02:56 | |
Around the turn of the 18th century, | 0:02:56 | 0:02:59 | |
revolutions had broken open the conventional social order. | 0:02:59 | 0:03:04 | |
Everything seemed possible, | 0:03:04 | 0:03:07 | |
and in the way they lived, the way they loved | 0:03:07 | 0:03:11 | |
and the way they died, the Romantics were to define the way we live now. | 0:03:11 | 0:03:17 | |
In the autumn of 1797, the writer Samuel Taylor Coleridge | 0:03:31 | 0:03:37 | |
was exploring the wild coastline of North Devon. | 0:03:37 | 0:03:42 | |
He came upon this enchanted vale around the tiny Culbone Church. | 0:03:44 | 0:03:50 | |
But he was in ill health, | 0:03:59 | 0:04:01 | |
suffering from dysentery. | 0:04:01 | 0:04:03 | |
He rested here at this farmhouse known as Ash Farm. | 0:04:06 | 0:04:11 | |
And here he took a remedy for his pains. | 0:04:13 | 0:04:19 | |
This drug was to be the source | 0:04:29 | 0:04:32 | |
of some of the most remarkable lines of poetry in the English language. | 0:04:32 | 0:04:37 | |
The drug was opium. | 0:04:39 | 0:04:41 | |
As he sat in the warm sunshine outside this farmhouse, Coleridge lapsed into sleep. | 0:04:54 | 0:05:00 | |
The drug took hold of him and lifted him to a different level of consciousness. | 0:05:00 | 0:05:05 | |
He was beginning a voyage of discovery to the limits of the human imagination. | 0:05:05 | 0:05:12 | |
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure dome decree | 0:05:43 | 0:05:49 | |
Where Alph the sacred river ran | 0:05:49 | 0:05:51 | |
Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. | 0:05:51 | 0:05:56 | |
So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round | 0:05:56 | 0:06:02 | |
And there were gardens bright With sinuous rills | 0:06:02 | 0:06:06 | |
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree | 0:06:06 | 0:06:10 | |
And here were forests ancient as the hills | 0:06:10 | 0:06:13 | |
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery. | 0:06:13 | 0:06:17 | |
On waking, Coleridge vividly remembered his strange oriental vision. | 0:06:31 | 0:06:37 | |
He instinctively put pen to paper to recount it in a poem. | 0:06:37 | 0:06:42 | |
Caverns measureless to man down to a sunless sea | 0:06:44 | 0:06:47 | |
So twice five miles of fertile ground | 0:06:47 | 0:06:50 | |
With walls and towers were girdled round... | 0:06:50 | 0:06:52 | |
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills... | 0:06:54 | 0:06:57 | |
Where blossomed... | 0:06:59 | 0:07:01 | |
So twice five miles of fertile ground... | 0:07:04 | 0:07:08 | |
But after writing down a few lines, he was interrupted | 0:07:08 | 0:07:13 | |
by a visitor from the local village of Porlock. | 0:07:13 | 0:07:17 | |
Later, when he sat down to write, he had lost the vision. | 0:07:17 | 0:07:22 | |
I still retained some vague recollection of the general purport of the vision. | 0:07:22 | 0:07:28 | |
Yet with the exception of some eight or ten scattered lines and images, | 0:07:28 | 0:07:33 | |
all the rest have passed away, | 0:07:33 | 0:07:36 | |
like the images on the surface of a stream into which a stone has been cast. | 0:07:36 | 0:07:41 | |
The importance of this poem lies not only in the enchanted words themselves. | 0:07:45 | 0:07:50 | |
The poet was most fascinated by the way the vision presented | 0:07:50 | 0:07:54 | |
itself to him, and tormented by the frustrating nature of its demise. | 0:07:54 | 0:08:00 | |
The mind was a mystery which Coleridge wished to solve. | 0:08:00 | 0:08:05 | |
But in his exploration of the imagination, | 0:08:10 | 0:08:14 | |
Coleridge was to be drawn into deep personal despair. | 0:08:14 | 0:08:18 | |
Opium had unlocked the door to the inner world, | 0:08:18 | 0:08:22 | |
but slowly addiction took hold of him. | 0:08:22 | 0:08:25 | |
He was taking larger and larger quantities of laudanum, | 0:08:25 | 0:08:29 | |
a solution of opium mixed with alcohol. | 0:08:29 | 0:08:33 | |
Beware, beware his flashing eyes, his floating hair | 0:08:35 | 0:08:39 | |
Weave a circle round him thrice And close your eyes with holy dread | 0:08:39 | 0:08:43 | |
For he on honeydew hath fed And drunk the milk of Paradise. | 0:08:43 | 0:08:49 | |
By 1807, Coleridge was paranoid, desperate and without employment... | 0:08:54 | 0:09:00 | |
..wrecked on the shore of an increasingly unstable life. | 0:09:01 | 0:09:06 | |
Yet his experiences with opium would transform our understanding of the imagination. | 0:09:08 | 0:09:14 | |
At the time, though, many suspected that he had gone insane. | 0:09:31 | 0:09:36 | |
Such strange visions would not be tolerated. | 0:09:38 | 0:09:42 | |
The world was becoming increasingly reliant | 0:09:43 | 0:09:48 | |
upon the laws of science. | 0:09:48 | 0:09:50 | |
In the late 18th century, pioneering anatomists | 0:09:50 | 0:09:55 | |
looked at the body in order to understand the secrets of life. | 0:09:55 | 0:09:59 | |
They dissected, noted and charted every bone, organ and muscle, | 0:10:01 | 0:10:07 | |
every vein, artery and ligament. | 0:10:07 | 0:10:10 | |
They reduced the human form to the components of a machine. | 0:10:10 | 0:10:16 | |
For the Romantics, anatomy was an empty and purposeless pursuit. | 0:10:23 | 0:10:29 | |
They believed that the body was pervaded by a spirit that defied categorisation. | 0:10:29 | 0:10:35 | |
It was an infinite and eternal power that manifested itself in the form of imagination. | 0:10:35 | 0:10:43 | |
It could not be charted or understood in scientific terms. | 0:10:43 | 0:10:48 | |
Samuel Taylor Coleridge argued these theories | 0:10:53 | 0:10:57 | |
at a great place of scientific learning, | 0:10:57 | 0:11:00 | |
the Royal Institution of Great Britain. | 0:11:00 | 0:11:03 | |
The imagination I hold to be the living power and prime agent | 0:11:15 | 0:11:20 | |
of all human perception... | 0:11:20 | 0:11:23 | |
..and as a repetition in the finite mind of the eternal act of creation. | 0:11:25 | 0:11:32 | |
A poet described in ideal perfection | 0:11:38 | 0:11:42 | |
brings the whole soul of man into activity. | 0:11:42 | 0:11:46 | |
Coleridge saw the imagination as the soul itself, | 0:11:52 | 0:11:56 | |
and he was suggesting that the key to the identity of all human beings | 0:11:56 | 0:12:02 | |
lay within the recesses of the mind. | 0:12:02 | 0:12:05 | |
He was an early exponent of the unconscious before that word even existed. | 0:12:05 | 0:12:11 | |
He believed that the imagination had the ability | 0:12:11 | 0:12:15 | |
to create new worlds, and even to change lives. | 0:12:15 | 0:12:19 | |
New theories of the imagination and of anatomy saw the world in very different ways. | 0:12:25 | 0:12:32 | |
But they both implied that God and religion were not at the centre of existence. | 0:12:32 | 0:12:39 | |
Each person had a body and a mind and was in control of them. | 0:12:39 | 0:12:45 | |
In October 1815, a young Londoner attended | 0:12:48 | 0:12:51 | |
his first anatomy demonstration as a student at Guy's Hospital. | 0:12:51 | 0:12:57 | |
His name was John Keats. | 0:13:02 | 0:13:05 | |
Keats became a trainee surgeon and experienced the full horror | 0:13:08 | 0:13:14 | |
of conducting operations without anaesthetic. | 0:13:14 | 0:13:17 | |
On one occasion, as his knife cut through the flesh of a patient | 0:13:23 | 0:13:28 | |
who was pinned down screaming on the table, | 0:13:28 | 0:13:32 | |
Keats's sympathetic imagination overwhelmed him. | 0:13:32 | 0:13:37 | |
The patient's pain became his own pain. | 0:13:37 | 0:13:42 | |
This experience would change the course of Keats's life. | 0:13:42 | 0:13:47 | |
My last operation was the opening of a man's temporal artery. | 0:13:55 | 0:13:59 | |
I did it with the utmost nicety... | 0:14:01 | 0:14:04 | |
but reflecting on what passed through my mind at the time, | 0:14:05 | 0:14:09 | |
my dexterity seemed a miracle... | 0:14:09 | 0:14:12 | |
and I never took up the lancet again. | 0:14:12 | 0:14:15 | |
Keats had discovered the power of empathy. | 0:14:20 | 0:14:25 | |
He chose art over science, | 0:14:25 | 0:14:27 | |
the imagination over the body, and became a poet. | 0:14:27 | 0:14:33 | |
He wanted to heal through his words and images. | 0:14:33 | 0:14:38 | |
A poet is a sage, | 0:14:42 | 0:14:45 | |
a humanist, physician to all men. | 0:14:45 | 0:14:49 | |
Keats and a new generation of Romantics would study the human soul | 0:15:07 | 0:15:13 | |
as intensely as the anatomists had studied the human body. | 0:15:13 | 0:15:17 | |
Their quest was to answer the greatest questions of all, | 0:15:17 | 0:15:22 | |
to understand the true nature of life, to explain their purpose on the Earth. | 0:15:22 | 0:15:30 | |
For centuries, people had sought meaning in their lives | 0:15:39 | 0:15:44 | |
by believing in God, in heaven and in hell. | 0:15:44 | 0:15:48 | |
But one young Romantic claimed that atheism | 0:15:48 | 0:15:52 | |
was the necessary foundation of a free and enlightened life. | 0:15:52 | 0:15:58 | |
He was the author of this anonymous pamphlet, | 0:15:58 | 0:16:02 | |
a brilliant young Oxford student who claimed that, without | 0:16:02 | 0:16:06 | |
proof of the existence of God, it made no sense to believe in him. | 0:16:06 | 0:16:11 | |
The author's name was Percy Bysshe Shelley. | 0:16:22 | 0:16:26 | |
All religious nations are founded solely on authority. | 0:16:39 | 0:16:44 | |
All the religions of the world forbid examination and do not want one to reason. | 0:16:44 | 0:16:51 | |
Authority wants one to believe in God. | 0:16:51 | 0:16:55 | |
This god is himself founded only on the authority of a few men who | 0:16:55 | 0:17:00 | |
pretend to know him and to come in his name and announce him on Earth. | 0:17:00 | 0:17:05 | |
A god made by man undoubtedly has need of man | 0:17:05 | 0:17:10 | |
to make himself known to man. | 0:17:10 | 0:17:13 | |
On 25th March, Shelley heard a knock on his door. | 0:17:21 | 0:17:27 | |
Within moments, he was hauled up in front of a university committee | 0:17:27 | 0:17:33 | |
and expelled from Oxford. | 0:17:33 | 0:17:35 | |
Free of God and the moral constraints of religion, | 0:17:38 | 0:17:43 | |
Shelley was able to recreate himself. | 0:17:43 | 0:17:46 | |
In pursuit of self-knowledge and self-fulfilment, he became | 0:17:46 | 0:17:51 | |
a pioneer in new ways of living, not least in the way he loved women. | 0:17:51 | 0:17:58 | |
After leaving Oxford, Shelley married a young woman named Harriet Westbrook. | 0:18:06 | 0:18:11 | |
They had a child together. | 0:18:13 | 0:18:15 | |
But Shelley soon tired of his wife. | 0:18:17 | 0:18:21 | |
He would disappear to meet another young woman in Old St Pancras Churchyard. | 0:18:21 | 0:18:28 | |
This new love was called Mary. | 0:18:56 | 0:18:59 | |
Shelley used to meet her here beside the grave of her mother. | 0:18:59 | 0:19:04 | |
It was even suggested that Shelley took Mary's virginity on the gravestone itself. | 0:19:04 | 0:19:10 | |
He wrote a poem about the experience of their union. | 0:19:14 | 0:19:19 | |
To spend years thus | 0:19:21 | 0:19:24 | |
and be rewarded as thou, sweet love, requited me when none were near | 0:19:24 | 0:19:31 | |
Oh, I did wake From torture for a moment's sake | 0:19:31 | 0:19:35 | |
Thy lips did meet mine tremblingly | 0:19:37 | 0:19:40 | |
Thy dark eyes threw their soft persuasion on my brain | 0:19:40 | 0:19:45 | |
Charming away its dream of pain. | 0:19:45 | 0:19:49 | |
Shelley also wrote a surprising but honest letter to Harriet, his wife. | 0:20:03 | 0:20:09 | |
I am united to another. | 0:20:14 | 0:20:18 | |
You are no longer my wife. | 0:20:18 | 0:20:20 | |
Perhaps I have done you injury, but surely most innocently | 0:20:22 | 0:20:26 | |
and unintentionally in having commenced any connection with you. | 0:20:26 | 0:20:30 | |
Shelley's own intensity of feeling was the most important thing to him. | 0:20:37 | 0:20:44 | |
He was relentless in the pursuit of self-gratification | 0:20:44 | 0:20:49 | |
and self-knowledge. | 0:20:49 | 0:20:50 | |
At four o'clock in the morning of 28th July 1814, | 0:21:08 | 0:21:13 | |
Shelley stood impatiently on the corner of Skinner Street in London, beside a horse and carriage. | 0:21:13 | 0:21:20 | |
In time, two young women appeared carrying small bundles. | 0:21:20 | 0:21:26 | |
Shelley's lover Mary and her stepsister Claire Claremont | 0:21:30 | 0:21:35 | |
were running away with him to the Continent. | 0:21:35 | 0:21:38 | |
Love withers under constraint. | 0:21:46 | 0:21:50 | |
Its very essence is liberty. | 0:21:50 | 0:21:54 | |
It is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy nor fear. | 0:21:54 | 0:22:01 | |
Love is free. | 0:22:01 | 0:22:03 | |
To promise forever to love the same woman is not less absurd | 0:22:05 | 0:22:09 | |
than to promise to believe the same creed. | 0:22:09 | 0:22:12 | |
Such a vow in both cases excludes us from all inquiry. | 0:22:12 | 0:22:18 | |
Shelley sought liberty in the way he loved. | 0:22:33 | 0:22:37 | |
To elope with one woman would have caused scandal enough, | 0:22:37 | 0:22:41 | |
but he was violating social conventions | 0:22:41 | 0:22:45 | |
in order to pursue his most intense feelings. | 0:22:45 | 0:22:49 | |
In doing so, he pioneered the notion of free love. | 0:22:49 | 0:22:54 | |
The liberty with which we conduct our modern love affairs owes much to Shelley's actions. | 0:22:58 | 0:23:05 | |
The Romantic movement was reaching its final significant flourish. | 0:23:05 | 0:23:11 | |
These pioneers were defining a new way of living, | 0:23:12 | 0:23:17 | |
driven by individual will and feeling. | 0:23:17 | 0:23:20 | |
And a whole generation of adoring fans was being inspired by a poet | 0:23:20 | 0:23:26 | |
who became the first modern celebrity. | 0:23:26 | 0:23:29 | |
His family home was Newstead Abbey. | 0:23:33 | 0:23:36 | |
This man would pioneer an extreme form of living from within the halls of the aristocracy. | 0:23:38 | 0:23:45 | |
His name was George Gordon, the sixth Lord Byron. | 0:23:45 | 0:23:51 | |
The great object of life | 0:23:51 | 0:23:54 | |
is sensation, | 0:23:54 | 0:23:56 | |
to feel that we exist, | 0:23:56 | 0:24:00 | |
even though in pain. | 0:24:00 | 0:24:02 | |
It is this craving void which drives us to gaining, to battle, | 0:24:02 | 0:24:09 | |
to travel. | 0:24:09 | 0:24:11 | |
In 1812, Byron prepared a poem for publication. | 0:24:21 | 0:24:27 | |
It was about a noble but disaffected wanderer, | 0:24:27 | 0:24:30 | |
not dissimilar to Byron himself, | 0:24:30 | 0:24:33 | |
who travelled Europe in search of exotic experience. | 0:24:33 | 0:24:38 | |
His house, his home, his heritage, his land | 0:24:41 | 0:24:46 | |
The laughing dames in whom he did delight | 0:24:46 | 0:24:49 | |
With large blue eyes, fair locks and snowy hands | 0:24:49 | 0:24:54 | |
Might shake the saintship of an anchorite | 0:24:54 | 0:24:57 | |
And long and fed his youthful appetite | 0:24:57 | 0:25:00 | |
His goblets brimm'd with every costly wine | 0:25:00 | 0:25:03 | |
And all that mote to luxury invite | 0:25:03 | 0:25:07 | |
Without a sigh he left to cross the brine | 0:25:07 | 0:25:12 | |
And traverse Paynim shores and pass Earth's central line. | 0:25:12 | 0:25:20 | |
Childe Harold was a sensation and became an instant bestseller. | 0:25:29 | 0:25:36 | |
Byron awoke the next morning to find himself famous. | 0:25:38 | 0:25:42 | |
He was about to make a decision that would help to define our modern world. | 0:25:42 | 0:25:48 | |
He chose to embrace celebrity, to live his life in public. | 0:25:48 | 0:25:52 | |
This was his way of giving meaning to his own existence. | 0:25:52 | 0:25:57 | |
In this new world without God, Byron was worshipped by his fans. | 0:26:01 | 0:26:07 | |
There is a fire and motion of the soul which will not dwell | 0:26:09 | 0:26:14 | |
In its own narrow being, but aspire Beyond the fitting medium of desire | 0:26:14 | 0:26:21 | |
And, but once kindled, quenchless evermore | 0:26:21 | 0:26:23 | |
Preys upon high adventure, nor can fire | 0:26:23 | 0:26:27 | |
Of aught but rest, a fever at the core. | 0:26:27 | 0:26:32 | |
Fatal to him who bears, To all whoever born. | 0:26:32 | 0:26:37 | |
Byron's readers were fascinated by the mystery at the heart of the hero. | 0:26:42 | 0:26:48 | |
Why was Childe Harold so melancholy, so difficult to satisfy? | 0:26:48 | 0:26:53 | |
They were more than eager to attribute the unhappiness | 0:26:53 | 0:26:56 | |
to Byron's turbulent personal life, to his own desire for excess and extreme experience. | 0:26:56 | 0:27:04 | |
There was a deluge of enthusiastic letters. | 0:27:07 | 0:27:12 | |
"My dear Lord Byron, I am a poor country girl | 0:27:12 | 0:27:16 | |
"who has not the happiness of knowing you, | 0:27:16 | 0:27:19 | |
"but I admire you so very, very much that you must excuse this madness." | 0:27:19 | 0:27:24 | |
"Should curiosity prompt you and should you not be afraid of gratifying it | 0:27:24 | 0:27:29 | |
"by trusting yourself alone in the Green Park at seven o'clock..." | 0:27:29 | 0:27:33 | |
"Upon perusing Childe Harold, I became, as it were, animated | 0:27:33 | 0:27:37 | |
"by a new soul, alive to wholly novel sensations." | 0:27:37 | 0:27:42 | |
"When you see anybody in ecstasies, | 0:27:42 | 0:27:45 | |
"think of your eternally devoted Sophia Louisa McDonald." | 0:27:45 | 0:27:50 | |
Lord Byron's fans all wanted to be Romantics, | 0:27:55 | 0:28:00 | |
dissatisfied, yearning for new experience and heightened sensation. | 0:28:00 | 0:28:06 | |
And Byron could not help but act upon many amorous proposals. | 0:28:11 | 0:28:18 | |
Scandalous scenes were played out here at his house in Piccadilly. | 0:28:23 | 0:28:28 | |
On 2nd February 1816, | 0:28:34 | 0:28:37 | |
Byron received a message from his wife's legal representatives. | 0:28:37 | 0:28:43 | |
She was asking for an official separation. | 0:28:43 | 0:28:48 | |
Byron would use the scandal to enhance his theatrical public image. | 0:28:48 | 0:28:53 | |
The fashionable world was divided into two parties, | 0:28:55 | 0:29:00 | |
mine, consisting of a very small minority. | 0:29:00 | 0:29:04 | |
The reasonable world was naturally on the stronger side, | 0:29:04 | 0:29:07 | |
which happened to be the ladies, as was most proper and polite. | 0:29:07 | 0:29:12 | |
The press was active and scurrilous. | 0:29:12 | 0:29:18 | |
London was filled with rumours about Lord Byron. | 0:29:26 | 0:29:31 | |
Whether they were true or not no longer mattered. | 0:29:35 | 0:29:39 | |
The myth of the Romantic personality of Byron was much stronger than any reality. | 0:29:39 | 0:29:46 | |
It was alleged that he was having sexual relations with his half-sister Augusta. | 0:29:51 | 0:29:57 | |
The charge of incest would have destroyed him, | 0:29:57 | 0:30:01 | |
but the greatest danger of scandal was that he would be publicly accused of homosexuality. | 0:30:01 | 0:30:08 | |
Even if it were mentioned in court, it would consign him to utter ruin and degradation. | 0:30:08 | 0:30:14 | |
I was accused of every monstrous vice | 0:30:19 | 0:30:23 | |
by public rumour and private rancour. | 0:30:23 | 0:30:28 | |
My name, which had been a knightly or a noble one since my fathers | 0:30:28 | 0:30:31 | |
helped to conquer the kingdom for William the Norman, was tainted. | 0:30:31 | 0:30:36 | |
Faced with the possibility that he might be publicly accused of incest | 0:30:40 | 0:30:46 | |
and sodomy, he agreed to sign an official deed of separation | 0:30:46 | 0:30:51 | |
in the spring of 1816. | 0:30:51 | 0:30:54 | |
Two days later, on the morning of 23rd April, | 0:30:57 | 0:31:02 | |
a huge crowd gathered outside Byron's house. | 0:31:02 | 0:31:06 | |
The crowd was hungry for a glimpse of the celebrated man, and to witness another turn | 0:31:14 | 0:31:21 | |
in the sensational story that was unfolding. | 0:31:21 | 0:31:25 | |
Byron was afraid that he might even be lynched when he left the house. | 0:31:25 | 0:31:31 | |
He fought his way through the crowds to his carriage and fled from England, never to return. | 0:31:31 | 0:31:37 | |
Byron wandered Europe pursued by scandal, and dispossessed. | 0:31:41 | 0:31:47 | |
He finally made a home in Venice. | 0:32:01 | 0:32:04 | |
I felt that if what was whispered | 0:32:29 | 0:32:32 | |
and muttered and murmured was true, I was unfit for England. | 0:32:32 | 0:32:37 | |
If false, | 0:32:37 | 0:32:39 | |
England was unfit for me. | 0:32:39 | 0:32:42 | |
I withdrew, | 0:32:42 | 0:32:44 | |
but this was not enough. | 0:32:44 | 0:32:46 | |
His writing continued to perpetuate | 0:32:50 | 0:32:53 | |
the Romantic myth that surrounded him. | 0:32:53 | 0:32:58 | |
In other countries, in Switzerland, | 0:32:58 | 0:33:01 | |
in the shadow of the Alps and by the blue depths of the lakes, | 0:33:01 | 0:33:05 | |
I was pursued and breathed upon by the same blight. | 0:33:05 | 0:33:09 | |
I crossed the mountains, but it was the same. | 0:33:10 | 0:33:14 | |
So I went a little farther and settled myself by the waves of the Adriatic... | 0:33:16 | 0:33:21 | |
..like the stag at bay who betakes him to the waters. | 0:33:23 | 0:33:27 | |
For the public at large, Lord Byron had redefined the figure of the poet | 0:33:46 | 0:33:52 | |
as a man of danger and of intrigue. | 0:33:52 | 0:33:54 | |
He was a living poem, a man of insatiable passion and of infinite experience. | 0:33:54 | 0:34:01 | |
But this wasn't everybody's idea of a poet. | 0:34:01 | 0:34:04 | |
A poet is the most unpoetical of anything in existence, | 0:34:15 | 0:34:20 | |
because he has no identity, | 0:34:20 | 0:34:23 | |
he is continually informing and filling in some other body. | 0:34:23 | 0:34:28 | |
As to the poetical character itself, it is not itself, | 0:34:28 | 0:34:32 | |
it has no self, | 0:34:32 | 0:34:35 | |
it is everything and nothing. | 0:34:35 | 0:34:38 | |
It has no character. | 0:34:40 | 0:34:42 | |
Keats believed the genius of the poet lay in the transcendence | 0:34:48 | 0:34:53 | |
of the ordinary self, in the loss of identity. | 0:34:53 | 0:34:57 | |
This way he could imagine himself | 0:34:57 | 0:35:01 | |
in a thousand different lives and forms. | 0:35:01 | 0:35:05 | |
Byron despised the quieter and more sensitive outlook of John Keats, | 0:35:05 | 0:35:11 | |
calling his work "piss-a-bed poetry" | 0:35:11 | 0:35:14 | |
and "mental masturbation". | 0:35:14 | 0:35:16 | |
For him, sensationalised experience was the key to the creative imagination. | 0:35:16 | 0:35:22 | |
Byron was unpretentious about his own writing. | 0:35:25 | 0:35:29 | |
It may be bawdy | 0:35:32 | 0:35:34 | |
but is it not life? | 0:35:34 | 0:35:37 | |
Could any man have written it who has not lived in the world? | 0:35:37 | 0:35:42 | |
And tooled in a post-chase, in a Hackney coach, in a gondola, | 0:35:42 | 0:35:48 | |
against a wall in a court carriage, in a vis a vis, on a table | 0:35:48 | 0:35:56 | |
or under it? | 0:35:56 | 0:35:58 | |
Without a god to give purpose to his existence, Byron sought meaning | 0:36:02 | 0:36:07 | |
through a frantic public life of sensation, the bawdier the better. | 0:36:07 | 0:36:13 | |
John Keats was a very different kind of romantic. | 0:36:16 | 0:36:21 | |
From his earliest years he experienced the solitude and emptiness of death. | 0:36:21 | 0:36:28 | |
But, through them, he reached towards beauty and meaning. | 0:36:28 | 0:36:33 | |
On 15th April 1804, | 0:36:35 | 0:36:39 | |
the first in a long line of tragedies that would affect his life | 0:36:39 | 0:36:43 | |
occurred here on City Road in London. | 0:36:43 | 0:36:47 | |
Keats was only eight years old. | 0:36:47 | 0:36:50 | |
At one in the morning a watchman spotted a riderless horse astray on the road. | 0:37:00 | 0:37:07 | |
This disturbing image meant tragedy. | 0:37:11 | 0:37:15 | |
The watchman ran up the street and by the doorway of the nearby chapel | 0:37:38 | 0:37:43 | |
he discovered the body of a man prostrate on the pavement. | 0:37:43 | 0:37:48 | |
He was covered in blood from a deep wound to the head. | 0:37:48 | 0:37:52 | |
The man, named Thomas Keats, died the following morning. | 0:37:52 | 0:37:59 | |
John Keats had lost his father. | 0:37:59 | 0:38:04 | |
It was the beginning of a pilgrimage through grief that would also be a journey into the soul. | 0:38:04 | 0:38:11 | |
Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is, | 0:38:13 | 0:38:17 | |
to school an intelligence and make it a soul? | 0:38:17 | 0:38:21 | |
By the time Keats was 23 | 0:38:30 | 0:38:32 | |
he had witnessed the deaths of his mother and his brother, | 0:38:32 | 0:38:37 | |
and he suffered from fits of depression. | 0:38:37 | 0:38:40 | |
But there were moments here at his house in Hampstead when his experiences of death | 0:38:42 | 0:38:48 | |
made him more intensely in love with life than ever. | 0:38:48 | 0:38:52 | |
How astonishingly does the chance of leaving the world impress a sense of its natural beauties on us. | 0:39:05 | 0:39:11 | |
I muse with the greatest affection on every flower I have known from my infancy, | 0:39:12 | 0:39:17 | |
..their shapes and colours are as new to me as if I had just created them with a superhuman fancy. | 0:39:19 | 0:39:25 | |
BIRD CHIRRUPS | 0:39:25 | 0:39:28 | |
Thou was not born for death, immortal bird, | 0:39:31 | 0:39:34 | |
no hungry generations tred thee down. | 0:39:34 | 0:39:38 | |
The voice I hear this passing night was heard in ancient days | 0:39:40 | 0:39:45 | |
by emperor and clown. | 0:39:45 | 0:39:47 | |
Keats imagines the birdsong echoing through time. | 0:39:53 | 0:39:57 | |
In hearing the bird he experiences infinity for a fleeting moment. | 0:39:57 | 0:40:03 | |
His own mortal life felt short, and the sensations of living were all the more intense. | 0:40:03 | 0:40:10 | |
Adieu. | 0:40:20 | 0:40:22 | |
Adieu, thy plaintive anthem fades, whilst the near meadows, | 0:40:22 | 0:40:28 | |
over the still stream, up the hillside | 0:40:28 | 0:40:32 | |
and now tis buried deep in the next valley glades. | 0:40:32 | 0:40:36 | |
Was it a vision or a waking dream? | 0:40:39 | 0:40:42 | |
Fled is that music. | 0:40:44 | 0:40:46 | |
Do I wake or sleep? | 0:40:48 | 0:40:50 | |
Images of dream and reality, of life and death haunt this poem, | 0:40:55 | 0:41:01 | |
as they haunted Keats's being, | 0:41:01 | 0:41:04 | |
and on Thursday 3rd February 1820, | 0:41:04 | 0:41:07 | |
he was visited by an image that would pursue him until his own death. | 0:41:07 | 0:41:13 | |
Keats returned to Hampstead from town on a bitter night. | 0:41:18 | 0:41:23 | |
Even though he was suffering from a cold he had taken a cheap seat | 0:41:23 | 0:41:28 | |
exposed to the elements on the top of the coach. | 0:41:28 | 0:41:33 | |
His friend, Charles Brown, later caught sight of him staggering home. | 0:41:33 | 0:41:39 | |
Quickly, Brown realised that he was severely ill and rushed him to bed in this room. | 0:41:42 | 0:41:49 | |
As Keats lay down on his pillow, he coughed. | 0:42:03 | 0:42:06 | |
I know the colour of that blood. | 0:42:17 | 0:42:19 | |
It is arterial blood. | 0:42:23 | 0:42:25 | |
I cannot be deceived in that colour. | 0:42:27 | 0:42:31 | |
That drop of blood is my death warrant. | 0:42:33 | 0:42:37 | |
I must die. | 0:42:39 | 0:42:41 | |
Keats was dying of tuberculosis. | 0:42:53 | 0:42:57 | |
For centuries, those in his extreme plight would have prepared to meet their god. | 0:42:57 | 0:43:04 | |
But times had changed. | 0:43:04 | 0:43:06 | |
This new generation of romantic poets was pioneering a life | 0:43:06 | 0:43:12 | |
many people choose to live now, guided by individual will and desire, | 0:43:12 | 0:43:18 | |
without belief or allegiance to any god. | 0:43:18 | 0:43:22 | |
But this meant that the prospect of death could become terrifying. | 0:43:22 | 0:43:27 | |
Without the solace of an afterlife Keats needed an alternative assurance of eternity, | 0:43:35 | 0:43:43 | |
and he would find it in art. | 0:43:43 | 0:43:46 | |
He made the long journey to spend his last days in Rome | 0:43:48 | 0:43:53 | |
amid the great ruins of that ancient civilisation. | 0:43:53 | 0:43:57 | |
What little town by a river or seashore, | 0:44:06 | 0:44:10 | |
or mountain built with peaceful citadel, | 0:44:10 | 0:44:13 | |
is emptied of this folk this pious morn. | 0:44:13 | 0:44:16 | |
And, little town, thy streets forever more will silent be. | 0:44:16 | 0:44:23 | |
And not a soul to tell why thou art desolate, can e'er return. | 0:44:25 | 0:44:30 | |
Ancient ruins further intensified Keats's sense of mortality. | 0:44:35 | 0:44:41 | |
He would be alive for only a fraction of the time that these great works had existed, | 0:44:41 | 0:44:47 | |
but with this came a sense of liberation. | 0:44:47 | 0:44:52 | |
Oh, attic shape, | 0:44:52 | 0:44:55 | |
fair attitude, | 0:44:55 | 0:44:57 | |
with breed of marble men with maidens overwrought, | 0:44:57 | 0:45:03 | |
with forest branches and the trodden weed... | 0:45:03 | 0:45:06 | |
Thou silent form doth tease us out of thought as doth eternity. | 0:45:09 | 0:45:16 | |
Cold pastoral. | 0:45:16 | 0:45:18 | |
When old age shall this generation waste, | 0:45:20 | 0:45:23 | |
thou shalt remain in midst of other woe than ours, | 0:45:23 | 0:45:27 | |
a friend to man, | 0:45:27 | 0:45:30 | |
to whom now sayest | 0:45:30 | 0:45:32 | |
beauty is truth, | 0:45:32 | 0:45:35 | |
truth beauty. | 0:45:35 | 0:45:38 | |
That is all ye know on Earth, and all ye need to know. | 0:45:38 | 0:45:42 | |
In this poem, Keats sees the prospect of immortality in the art of antiquity. | 0:45:48 | 0:45:54 | |
Ancient ruins were the only human achievements that could transcend the destructive process of time | 0:45:55 | 0:46:03 | |
and give eternal fame to their creators. | 0:46:03 | 0:46:07 | |
If a poet could achieve such works of genius too, he might live forever, | 0:46:07 | 0:46:13 | |
his emotions enduring within his words. | 0:46:13 | 0:46:17 | |
Keats spent his last days bedridden in an apartment overlooking the Spanish Steps. | 0:46:27 | 0:46:34 | |
Darkling, I listen... | 0:46:58 | 0:47:00 | |
..and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful death, | 0:47:02 | 0:47:08 | |
called him soft names in many amused rhyme, to take into the air my quiet breath. | 0:47:08 | 0:47:14 | |
Now, more than ever, seems it rich to die, | 0:47:17 | 0:47:21 | |
to cease upon the midnight | 0:47:21 | 0:47:24 | |
with no pain. | 0:47:24 | 0:47:27 | |
Keats feared that in death | 0:47:45 | 0:47:48 | |
he would be forgotten. | 0:47:48 | 0:47:50 | |
If I should die, | 0:47:58 | 0:48:01 | |
I have left no immortal work behind me, | 0:48:01 | 0:48:03 | |
nothing to make my friends proud of my memory. | 0:48:03 | 0:48:08 | |
But I have loved the principle of beauty in all things, | 0:48:10 | 0:48:15 | |
and if I had time | 0:48:15 | 0:48:17 | |
I would have made myself remembered. | 0:48:17 | 0:48:20 | |
On 23rd February 1821, he died in this room. | 0:48:27 | 0:48:35 | |
He was in his 26th year. | 0:48:35 | 0:48:38 | |
In his last hours, Keats thought that his quest for immortality had failed. | 0:48:42 | 0:48:49 | |
He was buried in Rome three days after his death. | 0:48:49 | 0:48:53 | |
For his epitaph he chose an inscription that reflected his final sentiments. | 0:48:57 | 0:49:04 | |
Yet Keats's memory did not dissolve, as he had predicted. | 0:49:08 | 0:49:12 | |
As the news of his death spread among the Romantics, his poetry began to be read more intensely. | 0:49:17 | 0:49:24 | |
His words became monuments to his life and his emotions. | 0:49:28 | 0:49:34 | |
Two months later, word of Keats's death reached a friend who was travelling along the Italian coast. | 0:49:42 | 0:49:49 | |
He wrote a poem comparing Keats to Adonis, a character from Greek mythology | 0:49:54 | 0:50:01 | |
whose scattered blood became beautiful roses. | 0:50:01 | 0:50:05 | |
I weep for Adonais, | 0:50:06 | 0:50:09 | |
he is dead. | 0:50:09 | 0:50:11 | |
Oh, weep for Adonais | 0:50:12 | 0:50:15 | |
though our tears thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head. | 0:50:15 | 0:50:20 | |
And thou, sad hour, | 0:50:21 | 0:50:25 | |
selected from all years to mourn our loss, | 0:50:25 | 0:50:29 | |
rouse thy obscure compeers and teach them thine own sorrow. | 0:50:29 | 0:50:35 | |
Say, "With me died Adonais." | 0:50:35 | 0:50:41 | |
Till the future dares forget the past, | 0:50:41 | 0:50:45 | |
his fate and fame shall be an echo and a light | 0:50:45 | 0:50:51 | |
unto eternity. | 0:50:51 | 0:50:53 | |
For Shelley, Keats was a new Adonis. | 0:50:54 | 0:50:58 | |
His suffering had inspired sublime poetry. | 0:50:58 | 0:51:02 | |
In these verses, Shelley suggests that Keats was too sensitive, | 0:51:04 | 0:51:09 | |
too rare to survive the troubles of the world. | 0:51:09 | 0:51:13 | |
Death and poetic genius became inseparable. | 0:51:13 | 0:51:18 | |
But death gave the poet a new kind of divinity in a new kind of heaven. | 0:51:18 | 0:51:26 | |
Shelley was creating the first secular icon. | 0:51:30 | 0:51:34 | |
He was pioneering a new kind of worship that continues to this day. | 0:51:35 | 0:51:42 | |
I am born darkly... | 0:51:44 | 0:51:46 | |
..fearfully afar. | 0:51:47 | 0:51:49 | |
Whilst burning through the innermost veil of heaven, | 0:51:49 | 0:51:54 | |
the soul of Adonais, like a star, beacons from the abode where the eternal are. | 0:51:54 | 0:52:02 | |
For Shelley, poetry became a substitute for religion. | 0:52:04 | 0:52:08 | |
I burn with impatience for the moment of Christianity's dissolution. | 0:52:12 | 0:52:17 | |
There is a great and spiritual force to put in its place. | 0:52:20 | 0:52:24 | |
Poetry is something divine. | 0:52:27 | 0:52:30 | |
It is the centre and circumference of all knowledge. | 0:52:32 | 0:52:37 | |
If poetry was the new religion, then the poet could become God. | 0:52:49 | 0:52:55 | |
This idea led Shelley into a dark place, | 0:52:55 | 0:52:59 | |
a place of horror and loneliness, of division and self-estrangement. | 0:52:59 | 0:53:04 | |
A place where he would come face-to-face with his own self. | 0:53:04 | 0:53:09 | |
On 27th April 1822, Shelley and Mary, together with some friends, | 0:53:24 | 0:53:31 | |
had travelled to an isolated villa | 0:53:31 | 0:53:35 | |
in the fishing village of San Torenzo in the Bay of Lerici. | 0:53:35 | 0:53:39 | |
Shelley became deluded, seeing visions and phantoms all around him. | 0:53:39 | 0:53:46 | |
I was walking up on the terrace | 0:54:07 | 0:54:10 | |
when I quite distinctly saw the image of myself. | 0:54:10 | 0:54:15 | |
The same in every particular, | 0:54:15 | 0:54:18 | |
walking towards me. | 0:54:18 | 0:54:20 | |
I...myself, | 0:54:29 | 0:54:34 | |
my double, came up to me and asked me, | 0:54:34 | 0:54:40 | |
"How long do you mean to be content?" | 0:54:40 | 0:54:42 | |
Shelley was questioning the worth of his own earthly existence. | 0:54:53 | 0:54:59 | |
He was telling himself that only in death would he become a true immortal, a true poet. | 0:54:59 | 0:55:05 | |
He was being haunted by his own ideas. | 0:55:05 | 0:55:10 | |
On 8th July, Shelley went out sailing with a friend in the Gulf of Spezia. | 0:55:16 | 0:55:23 | |
They were sailing in the boat Don Juan, that had been named after one of Byron's poems. | 0:55:30 | 0:55:36 | |
That day a storm blew up in the south-west. | 0:55:40 | 0:55:43 | |
The boat never came back. | 0:55:43 | 0:55:46 | |
Shelley's body was washed up on a shore some ten days later. | 0:55:46 | 0:55:52 | |
In his pocket was found the book of Keats's poems. | 0:55:52 | 0:55:57 | |
The corpse was burned on the beach by Lord Byron and a group of friends. | 0:56:08 | 0:56:14 | |
A fire was lit underneath the great furnace, | 0:56:17 | 0:56:21 | |
when Frankincense and salt were scattered upon the flames. | 0:56:21 | 0:56:26 | |
It was a scandalous and atheistic act, | 0:56:26 | 0:56:30 | |
but one that befitted the Romantics. | 0:56:30 | 0:56:33 | |
Byron and the other mourners maintained that the heart was not consumed. | 0:56:35 | 0:56:41 | |
When one of them snatched it out of the flames it remained intact. | 0:56:44 | 0:56:49 | |
It was preserved and wrapped in a manuscript of Adonais, | 0:56:50 | 0:56:56 | |
his great elegy to poetic genius. | 0:56:56 | 0:57:00 | |
The heart and the manuscript are symbols of what had become of the Romantics. | 0:57:12 | 0:57:18 | |
As they had argued, the body was of no consequence - | 0:57:18 | 0:57:21 | |
what mattered was the work itself. | 0:57:21 | 0:57:24 | |
That work represents the spirit of the Romantics, | 0:57:24 | 0:57:29 | |
a spirit that endures within all of us. | 0:57:29 | 0:57:33 | |
In the rebellion of each new generation, | 0:57:33 | 0:57:36 | |
in their desire for fresh experience, in the celebration of originality and of genius, | 0:57:36 | 0:57:44 | |
even in the modern veneration of the rock star and the actor, | 0:57:44 | 0:57:49 | |
we can find traces of that romantic legacy. | 0:57:49 | 0:57:53 | |
It is all around us, as deeply imbued as the belief in liberty | 0:57:53 | 0:57:58 | |
and the need for self-determination. | 0:57:58 | 0:58:02 | |
We have become individuals striving towards an uncertain future. | 0:58:02 | 0:58:08 | |
We are all romantics. | 0:58:10 | 0:58:12 |