Which Major Romantic Poet Would You Be

[Thalassa]

You're John Keats! You were born poor, trained to be a doctor, and then decided you wanted to be a poet. You threw yourself into poetry with great dedication. You're very nice and extremely dedicated to your art. You write great letters and sexy poetry. It's amazing how much you got done in your short lifetime.

QUIZ HERE

 

[Tiltyred]

Ha! I'm Keats, too!

 

[CuriousFeeling]

"Oh Captain my Captain!"

Got Keats as well.

 

[Sniffles]

Keats too.

 

[Southern Kross]

You are George Gordon, Lord Byron! The prototypical bad boy, you'll sleep with anything that can give consent and maybe even a few things that can't or won't. Your ethics could use some work (nine year old girls?), but outside of the sex question, you're a grand partier and the bipolar, shady hero of your own story. The wittiest of the Romantics, you're mad, bad and dangerous to know. Scandalous!

 

[Alehand]

Your Result

You are William Blake! Wow. I'm impressed. Not only are you a self-made artist and poet, but you've suddenly become a very trendy guy to like. It's not that we doubt that you have all your marbles, it's just that we're not quite sure what you did with them to come up with those terrifying theological visions. The people of your time were nowhere near as forgiving as that, and all your neighbors thought you were a grade-A nut job. But we love you, so rest happy.

 

[Speed Gavroche]

You are Samuel Taylor Coleridge!

The infamous "archangel a little damaged!" You took drugs and talked for hours, it's true, but you also made a conscious choice to cultivate the image of the deranged poet in a frenzy of genius. You claimed you wrote "Kubla Khan" in an afternoon after a laudanum, when you pretty manifestly did no such thing. You and your flashing eyes and floating hair. And your brilliant scholarship and obvious genius.

 

[The Outsider]

You are George Gordon, Lord Byron! The prototypical bad boy, you'll sleep with anything that can give consent and maybe even a few things that can't or won't. Your ethics could use some work (nine year old girls?), but outside of the sex question, you're a grand partier and the bipolar, shady hero of your own story. The wittiest of the Romantics, you're mad, bad and dangerous to know. Scandalous!

This is funny.

 

[Nicodemus]

Byron as well.

 

[SilkRoad]

You're John Keats! You were born poor, trained to be a doctor, and then decided you wanted to be a poet. You threw yourself into poetry with great dedication. You're very nice and extremely dedicated to your art. You write great letters and sexy poetry. It's amazing how much you got done in your short lifetime.

 

[wolfy]

Another Byron...

You are George Gordon, Lord Byron! The prototypical bad boy, you'll sleep with anything that can give consent and maybe even a few things that can't or won't. Your ethics could use some work (nine year old girls?), but outside of the sex question, you're a grand partier and the bipolar, shady hero of your own story. The wittiest of the Romantics, you're mad, bad and dangerous to know. Scandalous!

 

[Lark]

I would be which ever one had the most girlfriends if I could.

 

[SilkRoad]

I would be which ever one had the most girlfriends if I could.

I suspect that's Byron, but you would probably have to have some boyfriends as well...

 

[011235813]

You are William Blake! Wow. I'm impressed. Not only are you a self-made artist and poet, but you've suddenly become a very trendy guy to like. It's not that we doubt that you have all your marbles, it's just that we're not quite sure what you did with them to come up with those terrifying theological visions. The people of your time were nowhere near as forgiving as that, and all your neighbors thought you were a grade-A nut job. But we love you, so rest happy.




... I picked the most un-Blake answers possible to some of those questions.

 

[King sns]

You are William Blake! Wow. I'm impressed. Not only are you a self-made artist and poet, but you've suddenly become a very trendy guy to like. It's not that we doubt that you have all your marbles, it's just that we're not quite sure what you did with them to come up with those terrifying theological visions. The people of your time were nowhere near as forgiving as that, and all your neighbors thought you were a grade-A nut job. But we love you, so rest happy.



(Finds a marble on the floor, picks it up to show everyone- I found one of my marbles!)

 

[Aquarelle]

Wm Blake as well.

 

[Totenkindly]

I took the answers less traveled by, and that has made all the difference:

You are William Wordsworth! You get a bad rap these days, alas. Many people think you oppressed Coleridge, but there really isn't much proof. You may have oppressed the women in your life, but hey, everyone was doing it. You honestly love nature, and admire an aesthetic of simplicity and honesty. You love Milton and human freedom, though some say you sold out in the end. Oh dear. But you left us "Tintern Abby" and "The Solitary Reaper," bless your heart.

 

[Nicodemus]

I took the answers less traveled by, and that has made all the difference:

As an oppressive, outselling, aesthetic simpleton, you shall be telling this with a sigh.

 

[NPcomplete]

Your Result

You are Percy Bysshe Shelley! Famous for your dreamy abstraction and your quirky verse, you're the model "sensitive poet." A vegetarian socialist with great personal charm and a definite way with the love poem, you remain an idol for female readers. There are dozens of cute anecdotes about you, and I love you.

 

[Totenkindly]

As an oppressive, outselling, aesthetic simpleton, you shall be telling this with a sigh.

I thought the irony of quoting the wrong poet (and worse, one that is sickeningly overquoted) would insinuate as much.