Tuesday, October 22, 2019
Childe Haroldââ¬â¢s Pilgrimage Essay
Childe Haroldââ¬â¢s Pilgrimage is a travelogue written by a melancholic, passionate and expressive tourist. Byron wrote this poem on his travels trough Spain, Portugal, Albania, Greece, Belgium, Switzerland, the Alps and Italy. The hero of the poem, Childe (an ancient term for a young noble awaiting knighthood) Harold is a young extremely emotional man who turns away from the regular society and humanity and wanders through life caring the heavy guilt of mysterious vices of his past. The poem reflects Lord Byronââ¬â¢s views regarding nature and society. In Byronââ¬â¢s Childe Haroldââ¬â¢s Pilgrimage we find two opposing forces, one of which is highly idolized by Byron, while the second one is definitely less admired. On one side we are facing the glorious nature, the freedom, the joys of the wilderness and the power of the ocean, while the opposing side is represented by the society, manââ¬â¢s humility, manââ¬â¢s weakness, political and spiritual slavery, illusionary freedom and false love. Byron worships the nature and constantly attempts to escape the madness of the society. Byron was devoted to nature above all, as it is the only thing capable of bringing a man closer to God, eternity and understanding of the unknown. ââ¬Å"To mingle with the Universe, and feel, what I can neââ¬â¢er express, yet cannot all concealâ⬠, thus, nature is manââ¬â¢s only way of roughly touching the mystifying beyond, the inexpressible, that colossal feeling of the grandeur of creation, which we can not express, yet the most emotional of us are at least able to feel. Nature is our only link to the glorious power of life and universe. Our only way of understanding our selves, our souls and minds is through facing the nature. Lines like: ââ¬Å"Art, Glory, Freedom fail, but Nature still is fairâ⬠, reflect Byronââ¬â¢s belief that nature is above all, and that when everything fails, nature is the only thing capable of helping one overcome his emotional troubles. As if he would say that despite the remarkable glory of all those human virtues, none of them is comparable to the force and magnificence of nature. While one force is our society which has a tendency of producing: ââ¬Å"Wealth, vice, corruption ââ¬â barbarism at lastâ⬠, the other force is nature, which is named ââ¬Å"nursing natureâ⬠by Byron, as he believed that nature is the only thing capable of healing oneââ¬â¢s heart and saving oneââ¬â¢s soul. He presents an escapist vision of nature, representing nature as an escape from the ââ¬Å"madding crowdâ⬠, introducing what we might call some ââ¬Å"environmentalistâ⬠ideas. In Childe Haroldââ¬â¢s Pilgrimage the society is characterized by the ââ¬Å"hum of human cities tortureâ⬠, while nature is the escape, a place to which ââ¬Å"the soul can fleeâ⬠, breaking unrestricted into ââ¬Å"the sky, the peak, the heaving plain of ocean, or the starsâ⬠. Byron sees society as a passing phase. ââ¬Å"From society we learn to liveâ⬠writes Byron, meaning that our physical fatal existence in this world is united and represented by the society, while: ââ¬Å"ââ¬ËTis solitude should teach us how to dieâ⬠, meaning that the true eternity, spirituality and oneââ¬â¢s connection to his soul is achievable only through oneââ¬â¢s relationship with nature, thus, through a relationship with ââ¬Å"mountains, leaves, and flowersâ⬠. Byron is not rejecting the society, but his real object of worship is definitely nature. He declares that there is no truth beyond nature and wilderness, yet the society is not rejected: ââ¬Å"I love not man the less, but Nature moreâ⬠, thus, man is beautiful and capable of achieving greatness, yet he is mortal and incomparable to the eternal brilliance of nature. Byron never completely rejected society, but his object of adoration and astonishing love is definitely the Nature: ââ¬Å"Natureâ⬠with a capital ââ¬Å"Nâ⬠, as a religious person would spell ââ¬Å"Godâ⬠with a capital ââ¬Å"Gâ⬠. Indeed Byron worships nature as one religious fanatic would worship god. Lord Byron believed in Nature above all, as Nature was the only real truth for him.
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