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William Wordsworth was one of the founders of English Romanticism and one its most central figures and important intellects. He is remembered as a poet of spiritual and epistemological speculation, a poet concerned with the human relationship to nature and a fierce advocate of using the vocabulary…
- I Travelled Among Unknown Men
I Travelled Among Unknown Men - William Wordsworth | Poetry...
- Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3
Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3 - William...
- Tintern Abbey
Tintern Abbey - William Wordsworth | Poetry Foundation
- Ode: Intimations of Immortality
Ode: Intimations of Immortality - William Wordsworth |...
- Most Sweet It Is
Most Sweet It Is - William Wordsworth | Poetry Foundation
- Character of The Happy Warrior
Character of The Happy Warrior - William Wordsworth | Poetry...
- I Travelled Among Unknown Men
- Daffodils, Or ‘I Wandered Lonely as A Cloud’
- The Lucy Poems
- ‘Expostulation and Reply’ and ‘The Tables Turned’
- Hart-Leap Well
- ‘The World Is Too Much with Us’
- Ode: Intimations of Immortality
- The Prelude
- ‘Tintern Abbey’
- Conclusion, and A Note on editions of Wordsworth.
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw...
The little sequence of Lucy poems—five short stanzaic poems on the mysterious Lucy figure—are exceptional in the works of Wordsworth. Never did he so successfully unite the compression demanded by the short lyric with the powerful impression of word and image. Although he is at his absolute greatest in the huge expatiations which we come to later i...
Expostulation and Reply “Why William, on that old grey stone, Thus for the length of half a day, Why William, sit you thus alone, And dream your time away? “Where are your books? that light bequeath’d To beings else forlorn and blind! Up! Up! and drink the spirit breath’d From dead men to their kind. You look round on your mother earth, As if she f...
The Knight had ridden down from Wensley moor With the slow motion of a summers cloud; He turn’d aside towards a Vassal’s door, And, “Bring another Horse!” he cried aloud. “Another Horse!”—That shout the Vassal heard, And saddled his best steed, a comely Grey; Sir Walter mounted him; he was the third Which he had mounted on that glorious day. Joy sp...
The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for every thing, we are out ...
The Child is father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety. I. There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore;— Turn wheresoe’er I may, By night or d...
Visit here to read ‘The Prelude’ in its entirety. Around 1798–9, Coleridge began bothering Wordsworth about writing a long philosophical poem. This was to be called ‘The Recluse’. Sadly, it was never produced, but two other book-length poems were: ‘The Prelude’, published in 1850 by Wordsworth’s widow a few months after his death (the title is hers...
Five years have passed; five summers, with the length Of five long winters! and again I hear These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs With a sweet inland murmur. —Once again Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs, Which on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky. ...
Wordsworth’s corpus is vast, and made doubly vast again by the fact that he substantially revised most of what he wrote at some point in his life. Though many editors prefer Wordsworth’s earliest versions, thinking them ‘better’ (hardly a rigorous criterion for such an important decision!), I go with Wordsworth’s own opinion, which he expressed in ...
By William Wordsworth. I wandered lonely as a cloud. That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine. And twinkle on the milky way,
William Wordsworth, who rallied for “common speech” within poems and argued against the poetic biases of the period, wrote some of the most influential poetry in Western literature, including his most famous work, The Prelude, which is often considered to be the crowning achievement of English romanticism.
William Wordsworth (7 April 1770 – 23 April 1850) was an English Romantic poet who, with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, helped to launch the Romantic Age in English literature with their joint publication Lyrical Ballads (1798).
1770 –. 1850. There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight. To me did seem. Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore;— Turn wheresoe’er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more. The rainbow comes and goes,
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