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Poems in Two Volumes, 1807
Reviewed by Byron, satirized by Mant as revealing silliness and simplicity, Poems in two volumes shows Wordsworth at the height of his powers. It contains the great lyric poetry of 1802-4, including 'The Rainbow', 'I wandered lonely as a cloud', 'She was a phantom of delight', 'Resolution and Independence', 'The Solitary Reaper' and the Immortality Ode, together with the patriotic sonnets of National Independence and Liberty and the more personal ones, 'Composed upon Westminster Bridge', and 'It is a beauteous evening'.
170 pages, Hardcover
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William Wordsworth
2,217 books1,385 followersWilliam 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.
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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April 22, 2024
"And she hath smiles to earth unknown;
Smiles, that with motion of her own
Do spread, and sink, and rise;
That come and go with endless play,
And ever, as they pass away,
Are hidden in her eyes."
- Louisa
"I've wet my path with tears like dew,
Weeping for him when no one knew."
- The Affliction of Margaret -- of --
"By our own spirits are we deified;
We Poets in our youth begin in gladness;
But thereof comes in the end despondency and madness."
- Resolution and Independence
"In truth, the prison, unto which we doom
Ourselves, no prison is"
- Prefatory Sonnet
"Thy soul was like a Star and dwelt apart:
Thou hast a voice whose sound was like the sea;
Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free."
- Sonnet 14
"I measure back the steps which I have trod,
And tremble, seeing, as I do, the strength
Of such poor instruments, with thoughts sublime
I tremble at the sorrow of the time."
- Sonnet 22
"He sang of a love with quiet blending,
Slow to begin, and never ending;
Of serious faith, and inward glee;
That was the Song, the Song for me!"
- Moods of My Own Mind 3
"The sunshine is a glorious birth;
But yet I know, where'er I go,
That there hath pass'd away a glory from the earth."
- Ode
"Blessings be with them, and eternal praise,
Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares,
The Poets, who on earth have made us Heirs
Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays!
Oh! might my name be numbered among theirs,
Then gladly would I end my mortal days."
- Personal Talk
Smiles, that with motion of her own
Do spread, and sink, and rise;
That come and go with endless play,
And ever, as they pass away,
Are hidden in her eyes."
- Louisa
"I've wet my path with tears like dew,
Weeping for him when no one knew."
- The Affliction of Margaret -- of --
"By our own spirits are we deified;
We Poets in our youth begin in gladness;
But thereof comes in the end despondency and madness."
- Resolution and Independence
"In truth, the prison, unto which we doom
Ourselves, no prison is"
- Prefatory Sonnet
"Thy soul was like a Star and dwelt apart:
Thou hast a voice whose sound was like the sea;
Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free."
- Sonnet 14
"I measure back the steps which I have trod,
And tremble, seeing, as I do, the strength
Of such poor instruments, with thoughts sublime
I tremble at the sorrow of the time."
- Sonnet 22
"He sang of a love with quiet blending,
Slow to begin, and never ending;
Of serious faith, and inward glee;
That was the Song, the Song for me!"
- Moods of My Own Mind 3
"The sunshine is a glorious birth;
But yet I know, where'er I go,
That there hath pass'd away a glory from the earth."
- Ode
"Blessings be with them, and eternal praise,
Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares,
The Poets, who on earth have made us Heirs
Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays!
Oh! might my name be numbered among theirs,
Then gladly would I end my mortal days."
- Personal Talk
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