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Covering a wide range of the poetry, John Williams discusses the critical issues that have dominated discussions of Wordsworth's work, from the end of the 18th century up to the present day. The chapters trace the evolution of the poet's compositions and his changing reputation during his lifetime, from a ridiculed poet to a revered elder statesman of letters.
William Wordsworth (Cockermouth, Cumberland, Inglaterra, 7 de abril de 1770-Grasmere, Cumberland, Inglaterra, 23 de abril de 1850) fue uno de los más importantes poetas románticos ingleses. Con Samuel Taylor Coleridge , contribuyó al inicio de la época romántica en la literatura inglesa con su publicación conjunta de Baladas líricas en 1798.
London, 1802. By William Wordsworth. Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen. Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower. Of inward happiness. We are selfish men;
William Wordsworth’s father was a legal representative and was often away from home. He died in 1783, having remained distant from his son throughout his life. Despite this, there is evidence to suggest that John Wordsworth encouraged his son to read poems by John Milton, Edmund Spenser, and more.
By William Wordsworth. 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,
18 de nov. de 2021 · William Wordsworth – Early Life. William Wordsworth was born on 7 April 1770 in Cockermouth to John Wordsworth, a legal agent for James Lowther, 1st Earl of Lonsdale and Collector of Customs at Whitehaven, and his wife, Ann Cookson.
6 de oct. de 2018 · Although practicality kept him from this early lover and daughter, he helped to support them financially for the rest of their lives. So, on to the rundown of his eight greatest poems, eight being the least great, one being the finest: 8. Daffodils, or ‘I wandered lonely as a cloud’. I wandered lonely as a cloud.
