![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Small service is true service, while it lasts. She seemed a thing that could not feel the touch of earthly years. She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. No motion has she now, no force she neither hears nor sees rolled around in earth’s diurnal course, with rocks, and stones, and trees. Neither evil tongues, rash judgements, nor the sneers of selfish men, nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all the dreary intercourse of daily life, shall e’er prevail against us. Nature never did betray the heart that loved her. Let us learn from the past to profit by the present, and from the present to live better in the future. Life is divided into three terms – that which was, which is, and which will be. ![]() In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind. In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn’t know what he is doing. I traveled among unknown men, in lands beyond the sea nor England! did I know till then what love I bore to thee. Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and were trouble to my dreams. How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold. Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy. Hearing often-times the still, sad music of humanity, nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power to chasten and subdue. Happier of happy though I be, like them I cannot take possession of the sky, mount with a thoughtless impulse, and wheel there, one of a mighty multitude whose way and motion is a harmony and dance magnificent. Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness. Give all thou canst high Heaven rejects the lore of nicely-calculated less or more. Consequently, readers can perceive that Wordsworth’s poetry is filled with not only deep feeling but also profound thought.A day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.Ī multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor.Ī reasoning, self-sufficing thing, An intellectual all-in-all!īut an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.Ĭome forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher.įill your paper with the breathings of your heart.įor by superior energies more strict affiance in each other faith more firm in their unhallowed principles, the bad have fairly earned a victory over the weak, the vacillating, inconsistent good.įor I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity. This experience led him to perceive a need for balancing the passionate emotions with calm contemplation. As a young man, he had enthusiastically witnessed the upheavals of the French Revolution, only to have been bitterly disappointed by its effects. Furthermore, though Wordsworth believed poetry to be “the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings,” he is also known for his emphasis on “recollecting emotions in tranquility,” so as to prevent the poet from writing in a state of emotional excess. He believed that the purity and sincerity of a simpler life helps humans stay human thus, he wrote ballads that allowed readers to vicariously experience this invigorating simplicity. Born and brought up in a poor part of the English Lake District, Wordsworth admired the working class and disdained hierarchical social order. For Wordsworth, the remedy for these trends lies in returning to nature and the “rustic” life and language of the peasantry, as well as getting in touch with one’s emotions as an aesthetic experience. Wordsworth disdains both the early to mid-Neoclassical writers’ emphasis on decorum, as well as the late-Neoclassical writers’ penchant for sensationalism, which, he argues, leads to artificiality and dulling of the mind. William Wordsworth, a poet and one of the foremost founders of English Romanticism, is the author and narrator of the essay “Preface to the Lyrical Ballads.” Through the essay, Wordsworth criticizes the literature of Neoclassical writers and declares the principles and aims of the Romantic movement. ![]()
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