I decided to read this particular volume of Wordsworth’s poetry to accompany a book on Scottish folklore I had read recently. Wordsworth wrote some of the poetry in this volume as a response to a trip he made to Scotland with his sister Dorothy and friend and fellow poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Unfortunately the trip strained the friendship of the two poets. A number of the poems in this volume are lackluster. The best have a strong nature focus and the worst a soppy romantic attitude towards Scottish children.
It’s always good to reread poetry that you’ve forgotten about, but I’d take Keats, Shelley, or Byron any day. A better choice for my purposes might have been the travel book written by Dorothy Wordsworth after the Scottish trip debacle.