Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
Lauded as masterpieces by critics and casual readers alike, two of Wordsworth's most renowned poems are beautifully rendered in this illustrated book. "Ode: Intimations of Immortality" marked one of the high points in literary history and continues to impress readers today. The poem comments on the glories of childhood and the ability of children to be spiritually awakened in ways that adults cannot. Wordsworth's emphasis on nature epitomizes the Romantic belief of Nature as a transcendent and sublime force. The poem suggests that nature is a force that has the ability to bring joy to humanity and alleviate the ills of the adult world, temporarily transporting adults back to their youthful, and, thus, spiritual states. The second poem in the collection, "Lines Composed a Few Miles Above Tintern Abbey," is an equally important piece of literature. In this autobiographical poem, Wordsworth returns to a spot overlooking the Wye River, a place where he spent his boyhood. This setting serves as a point of meditation, as he notes the positive and sublime feelings the scene evokes in him. As quintessential examples of the Romantic Movement, these poems brought new life to English poetry by removing the constraints of Victorian convention and breathing new life into a literary genre.
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abyss of idealism Apparelled in celestial Babe leaps Behold the Child BEING'S HEIGHT celestial light Child is father custom lie deaf and silent DOTH BREED PERPETUAL DOVE COTTAGE EARLY CHILDHOOD earthly freight edition of 1807 eternal deep feel feet Doth fields of sleep freedom on thy Full soon thy glorious glory hath heart heaven-born freedom heavens Heavy as frost Henry Inman humorous stage IMMORTALITY FROM RECOLLECTIONS INTIMATIONS OF IMMORTALITY joyous song Miss L. B. Mother's arm natural piety new-born blisses obstinate questionings Ode on Immortality outward things Pansies Perpetual benediction pigmy pipe and ye Plato poem poet Portrait pre-existence prefixed questionings Of sense RECOLLECTIONS OF EARLY sense and outward sing a joyous stanza tabor's sound tale repeat there's a Tree Thou eye Thou little Child thought vanishings wall or tree William Knight William Wordsworth wish my days Wordsworth Society England Ye that pipe ye that play young lambs bound
Page 28 - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his "humorous stage...
Page 27 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the child among his new-born blisses A sIx years
Page 40 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Page 16 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
Page 32 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Page 31 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind,-- Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Page 24 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy, But he beholds the light, and whence it flows. He sees it in his joy; The youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended ; At length the man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Page 39 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower...
Page 35 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence...