The Daffodils by Wordsworth
I WANDER'D 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 stretch'd 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
Outdid 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.
Romantic Features
1.A Return to Nature
2.Imagination (secondary over primary)
3.Individuality
4.Simplicity of Language
5.Anti-mainstream/anti-Rules of Decorum (rejection of artistic conventions)
6.Form is content
7.Memory
8.Feelings and emotions as opposed to reason
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Q’s on Wordsworth’s ‘The Daffodils’
■1. “The Daffodils” is said to contain most, if not all, features of Romantic literature. Discuss.
■2. Where and why does the poem shift from one tense to another?
■3. How does memory play a role in the poem?
■4. ‘A poet could not but be gay’ is said to be loaded with tension. Where and why?
■5. In real life, Dorothy, Wordsworth’s sister, was with him. What is she erased from the poem?
■ 6. “A trivial subject matter, as Ann Seward thought a daffodil to be, does not deserve the ecstatic diction of vacancy, pensive, and bliss.” Discuss.
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Upon Westminster Bridge by Wordsworth
EARTH has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth like a garment wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!
■1. Romantic literature is said to be a Nature literature. How can you explain Wordsworth’s fascination with the city of London in this poem?
■2. Comment on the way Wordsworth positions himself in the poem’s time and place.
■3. Comment on the form of the poem. **