William Wordsworth

William Wordsworth

 William Wordsworth can be introduced as one of the most accomplished and influential of romantic poets. His theories and style are created a new tradition in poetry.

He was born in 1770 and educated at St, John’s College and later in the university of Cambridge. In his young age, he developed a keen love towards nature and during school vacation, he visited places noted for their scenic beauty.

Wordsworth began his career of poetry while a school boy. But his early poetry received little notice. When Wordsworth in Germany he wrote his finest lyric verses the “Lucy” poems.

Returning to England, he married Mary Hutchinson who was his childhood friend, in 1802. Wordsworth wrote most of his finest romantic poetry while he stayed in Dove. He loved solitude and never felt lonely in the presence of nature. He loved hills, valleys and lakes.

 As he advanced in age, his poetic vision and inspiration was dulled. 

William Wordsworth was died in 1850.

She Dwelt among the Untrodden ways

She Dwelt among the Untrodden ways

She dwelt among the untrodden ways

Beside the springs of Dove

A maid whom there were none to praise

And very few to love

A violet by a most tone

Half hidden from the eye!

Fair as a star, when only one

Is shining in the sky

She lived unknown, and few could know

When Lucy ceased to be

But she is in her grave, and, oh,

The difference to me!

William Wordsworth

I Wondered Lonely As a cloud

I Wondered Lonely As a cloud

I wondered lonely as a cloud

That floats high over 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.

Continues as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way

They stretched in never ending line

Along the margin of bay;

Ten thousand saw I at a glance

Tossing their heads in spiritually 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 like

In vacant or in pensive mood

They flashed upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of salute;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

              And dances with the daffodil                                                          William Wordsworth