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The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth: Volume One

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A scholarly edition of works by William Wordsworth. The edition presents an authoritative text, together with an introduction, commentary notes, and scholarly apparatus.

396 pages, Hardcover

First published January 1, 1869

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William Wordsworth

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William Wordsworth (1770-1850) was a major English romantic poet who, with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, helped launch the Romantic Age in English literature with their 1798 joint publication, Lyrical Ballads.

Wordsworth's masterpiece is generally considered to be The Prelude, an autobiographical poem of his early years, which the poet revised and expanded a number of times. The work was posthumously titled and published, prior to which, it was generally known as the poem "to Coleridge". Wordsworth was England's Poet Laureate from 1843 until his death in 1850.

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June 5, 2025
Beautiful, lots of nature poems contrasting with ugly true stories of tragic people. Loved his little journal entries filling in the backstories. And Anecdote for Fathers!!! So wholesome and realistic! Also liked the Tables Turned, about leaving studies for outdoor time/experience.
“And Hope itself was all I knew of pain.” 104
“the farewell light blends with the solemn coloring of the night… like Una shining on her gloomy way, The half-seen form of Twilight roams astray.” 132
“And thou, lost fragrance of the heart, return! Alas! the little joy to man allowed, Fades like the lustre of an evening cloud, or like the beauty in a flower installed, Whose season was, and cannot be recalled.” 281
“À cloak he wore of military red But faded and struck o’er with many a patch and shred.” 404
“For years the work of carnage did not cease… and death’s dire aspect daily he surveyed…” 415
“And tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.” 865, Lines Written in Early Spring
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