Romanticism: Age of sentimentality, melancholy, love, death and a fallen heroes

The romantic era is very appealing to me; all those sad young people that died way too soon, unrequited loves, themes, and love towards nature, focus on individuality and imagination, beautiful portraits where ladies’ faces are framed with curls and delicate roses, escapism, melancholy as a state of mind, feeling of alienation.
Every movement in art, music, and literature comes as an answer to the previous one and acts as its opposite. Romanticism came as an answer to Classicism and deemed its ‘cult of reason’, coldness, formality, and restraint characteristic of the art and literature of the time. In Romanticism, an artist is a genius, a gifted person who stands lonely and misunderstood against the meaningless masses. Art itself is originality whereas the principle of Classicism was imitating the Antic models. Romanticism praised the aesthetic function of literature while Classicism valued its educational purpose. Artists had more freedom in expressing themselves in the Romantic era than in the rigid worldview of Classicism.
This disappointment, unexplainable sadness, and melancholy in literature manifested themselves by escaping into solitude and one’s own vision of the world.
Artists of the time felt helpless, sad, and disappointed. Surrounded by the tranquil solitude they found comfort in four major themes and preoccupations; intimacy and love, nature (especially exotic landscapes), history and folklore, and mystic and occult.
The romantic era with its emphasis on love and emotions was an era of many great love stories; Elizabeth Barrett-Browning and Robert Browning, Clara Schumann and Robert Schumann, Mary and Percy Shelley, Lord Byron and Lady Caroline Lamb… the list is endless.
In the Romantic era, even death was romantic; it was considered a beautiful land of dreams where one could escape the harshness, troubles, and greyness of reality. When one sleeps, one dreams, and in death, one would be dreaming forever, eternally united with nature. In dreams, we see our innermost thoughts and desires, and when we die, we would be dreaming forever and ever; death is a dream and one should not be afraid of it. In life, Romantic poets were sad, melancholic, disappointed, alienated, lonely, burdened with social injustices, and powerless against established social and moral norms, and the only comfort and sweetness they could get slept; in dreams.  For Wordsworth, death is nothing more than returning to more complete and satisfactory existence. Keats considered death to be an eternal dream which is as beautiful as we create it; death is for him merely asleep in which one sees the picture they most desire. There are no fears in death, only the ones we create for ourselves. I’m fascinated by deaths in the Romantic era, though people were always dying, and artists died young in many eras, there is something so appealing in the deaths of Romantic poets, musicians, painters, and princesses. Grand Duchess Alexandra Nikolaevna died aged only nineteen.