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Copy of Romantic Poetry - William Wordsworth
Transcript of Copy of Romantic Poetry - William Wordsworth
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
By William Wordsworth 1770–1850
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils. Bibliography William Wordsworth "The World is Too Much With Us" "I Wandered Lonley as a Cloud" The World is Too Much With Us
by William Wordsworth
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers,
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be
A pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn. "William Wordsworth." The Literature Network. Jalic Inc.
November 14 2011. <http://www.online-literature.com/wordsworth/>. Michael J. Cummings. "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud By William Wordsworth (1770-1850) A Study Guide."
Cummings Guides. 2008. Michael J.Cummings. November 14 2011.
<http://www.cummingsstudyguides.net/Guides3/IWandered.html>. Michael J. Cummings. "The World Is Too Much With Us A Poem by William Wordsworth (1770-1850) A Study Guide."
Cummings Guides. 2007. Michael J.Cummings. November 14 2011.
< http://www.cummingsstudyguides.net/Guides3/WorldIsTooMuch.html>. Figurative Language: Alliteration, Personification, Simile, Hyperbole
Theme: Nature can impact people in ways they don't even realize.
Romanticism: Importance of nature in relation to God (21-24) Figurative Language: Alliteration, Personification, Simile, Allusion
Petrarchan/Italian Sonnet (abba, abba, cd, cd, cd)
Theme: People are so focused on material gain that they don't notice the world around them.
-God in Nature (13-14)
-Past and Rural Life (10-11) Born April 7, 1770 in Cumberland
Attended Cambridge University and St. John's College
-Dorothy, his sister
-Had an illegitamate child in France
-Married Mary Hutchinson
-Poems, In Two Volumes
Became England's Poet Laureate in 1834
Died April 23, 1850 Summary: People are too distracted with the world to notice the nature around them. The speaker would rather change his beliefs than live in a world that doesnt care about Nature. Lorcher, Trent. "Famous Poems of Wordsworth: A William Wordsworth Poetry Analysis." Bright Hub. Jan. 10 2010.
Bright Hub Inc. November 14 2011.
<http://www.brighthub.com/education/homework-tips/articles/61906.aspx>. Summary: The speaker was wandering alone when he came across a multitude of daffodils that seemed to be full of glee and energy. The image stayed with him and brought him happiness when he closed his eyes, reminding him of a little piece of heaven. A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company: