I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud (Daffodils)
A Narrow Girdle Of Rough Stones And Crags
The Child is father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold (l. 7-9). . . The Poems; Vol. 1 [William Wordsworth]. John O. Hayden, ed. (1977, repr. 1990) Penguin Books.
Imagination, which in truth Is but another name for absolute power And clearest insight, amplitude of mind, And reason, in her most exalted mood.
William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. The Prelude; XIV. Conclusion (l. 189-192). . . Oxford Anthology of English Literature, The, Vols. I-II. Frank Kermode and John Hollander, general eds. (1973) Oxford University Press (Also published as six paperback vols.: Medieval English Literature, J. B. Trapp, ed.; The Literature of Renaissance England, John Hollander and Frank Kermode, eds.; The Restoration and the Eighteenth Century, Martin Price, ed.; Romantic Poetry and Prose, Harold Bloom and Lionel Trilling, eds.; Victorian Prose and Poetry, Lionel Trilling and Harold Bloom, eds.; Modern British Literature, Frank Kermode and John Hollander, eds.).
The child is father of the man.
William Wordsworth (1770-1850), British poet. My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold (written 1802, published 1807).
18 May 02:36
the poems are magical
01 May 03:03
truely one of the best poets #amazed
14 Apr 06:43
I LOVE YOU AS YOU WRITE VERY AMAZING PEOM