The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Ed. With a Critical Memoir by W.M. Rossetti

by William Wordsworth

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Genres: Poetry

632 pages, Paperback

First published January 1, 1880

About the author

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.

Reviews

[Annie TheHistory · Rating 1 out of 5]

boring boring boring

trite ... overworked ... saccharine idealism

[Heather C. · Rating 4 out of 5]

I'm not a poetry person. In fact, I have been known to rush out of a pretentious poetry reading or two under the forces of an acute anxiety attack. But I loooove William Wordsworth. His words are so beautiful. I enjoy his writing in the same way I enjoy Shakespeare or listening to/reading the dialogue in Jane Austen novels. A nice little break the past couple of weeks from heavy stories.

[Michael Lonsdale · Rating 4 out of 5]

Took me several years to digest this book. I suggest the same pace for any lover of poetry about to read a mammoth of a collection like Wordsworth's. I must say, I don't know if my affection for this collection comes from the fact I finished it at all or because there were so many treasures inside, though it's probably a bit of both.