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William Wordsworth - Druid. Absolutely obsessed with nature. Will spend hours staring at a single tree believes in nothing except the power of nature.
Dorothy Wordsworth - fighter. She gets shit done herself. Respects nature and all but a little more grounded than her brother.
Coleridge - warlock. Oh boy. His whole thing is the power of the imagination, being wishy washy with religion, opium addict, really erratic but also incredibly likeable. He would totally make a pact.
Keats - grave Cleric. A literal doctor. But a doctor who had to deal with watching his family die from disease. Has a very complicated relationship with death, pretty emo but also a puppy dog. Keats is bae.
Lord Byron - bard. Need I say more?
Percy Shelley - rogue. Politically radical and just a social mess.
Mary Shelley - wizard. Too good for Percy and just a genius. Fascinated by magic and wants to test her limits all the time and DELIVERS.
Bonus novelist:
Jane Austen - Tough choice but I think she suits bard best. Witty and observant, knows what to say when, detail oriented, never forgets.
WHY DO PEOPLE NOT SHIP WORDSWORTH AND COLERIDGE.
- met and instantly connected
- fucking followed each other across the country for years. First coleridge moved to be with Wordsworth, then Wordsworth to coleridge. One of them got kicked out of town (because drama) and the other followed and like, come on. Just cuz your bff has to move like an hour away you don’t pack up your life and follow them.
- Dorothy wrote about how they met literally everyday and talked about poetry and philosophy and COMPLETED EACH OTHER’S WORKS because they were that in sync
- they made a book of poetry together. personal and professionally compatible. Lyrical ballads, the iconic collab.
- the authorities actually got involved because neighbours were super suspicious they were political radicals plotting something and, no, not at the moment, but you know valid concern with these guys. If rainbow rowell has taught me anything it’s that “plotting” really means “gay” and given the time calling the authorities on the super domestic and romantic guys next door really isn’t that far off
- and like “This Lime-Tree Bower My Prison”?? I know Coleridge directly refers to Charles Lamb but like. If you were pining and trying not to broadcast your sexuality to the world including your wife wouldn’t you be a little subversive? He’s just whining lovingly about not being able to go for a walk together and how Nature will bring them together in spirit and if that’s not the sweetest, tragically gay thing ever.
- their relationship really fell apart once Wordsworth finally got married and he got fed up with Coleridge’s opium addiction and constant womanizing
- they lived the rest of their lives very publicly hating their wives and not really speaking
- I just gotta add Wordsworth and Dorothy? THE BEST SIBLINGS EVER.
(this has been the most distracting thing ever while trying to study them for my romantic lit final pls tell me I’m not the only one)