William Wordsworth is considered as the principal figure when it comes to the English romantic poetry revolution. He contributed to poetry immensely in his own meticulous ways. He also established through his verses a new-found connection between man and nature. Indeed, his poetic verses found deep-rooted sensibility and permeability. Daffodils by William Wordsworth is not only one of the most popular and enchanting poems but also a true representation of romance between man and nature. It’s also considered a piece of romantic lines with deep meaning and morals.
This article is all about acknowledging William’s brilliant work in as few words as possible and of course, with a neat poetry!
So go ahead, and enjoy the below given short poem to appreciate the legacy of William Wordsworth.
Behold My Heart Beats!
(By Mazhar)
My heart beats up and down,
It never occurred to me to frown,
Deep beneath, I found my lost child
Who would run deep into the wild!There is no fear he knows of,
Only sensibility to sign off,
Whew, it just found difficult to break the iron bars,
While thoughts swayed by the bread and butter bars,
An unknown path he would prefer than this adult self,
Where adventures rift, fairies smile, and cry doth an elf!
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Few Interesting Facts about William Wordsworth
William Wordsworth was born on 7 April 1770 in Cockermouth, Cumberland, England. He died on 23 April 1850 in Rydal Mount, Westmorland. But not before serving sumptuous verses that still hold relevance and that are still highly appreciated. He was an English poet who wrote magical, captivating Lyrical Ballads (1798) and made acknowledged contributions to the English Romantic Movement.
Some More Information
As per Britannica: ‘His contribution to it was threefold. First, he formulated in his poems and his essays a new attitude toward nature. This was more than a matter of introducing nature imagery into his verse: it amounted to a fresh view of the organic relation between man and the natural world, and it culminated in metaphors of a wedding between nature and the human mind and, beyond that, in the sweeping metaphor of nature as emblematic of the mind of God, a mind that “feeds upon infinity” and “broods over the dark abyss.” Second, Wordsworth probed deeply into his own sensibility as he traced, in his finest poem, The Prelude, the “growth of a poet’s mind.” The Prelude was in fact the first long autobiographical poem. Writing it in a drawn-out process of self-exploration, Wordsworth worked his way toward a modern psychological understanding of his own nature and, thus, more broadly, of human nature. Third, Wordsworth placed poetry at the center of human experience; in impassioned rhetoric, he pronounced poetry to be nothing less than “the first and last of all knowledge—it is as immortal as the heart of man,” and he then went on to create some of the greatest English poetry of his century. It is probably safe to say that by the late 20th century he stood in critical estimation where Coleridge and Arnold had originally placed him, next to John Milton—who stands, of course, next to William Shakespeare.’
Now time to enjoy the golden poetry Daffodils by William Wordsworth, the English poet:
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
(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,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Hope you liked this small post offering a tribute to the legacy of William Wordsworth. We would be back with more articles on classic poets including Keats.
Good Charity, A Good Wife to Bring Home!
(By Mazhar)
In no time I stood
And laid my hand on
My heart;
I so acknowledged both
Fear and ecstasy,
And I knew thus my
Goodwill: there is something
I must do to live more in less time –
Good charity, a good wife to bring home!
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