Wordsworth in London

It’s Poetry Season here on the BBC so I have been inspired to combine two of my recent photos (hooray for the camera phone) from our jaunts around London, with two poems by Wordsworth.

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COMPOSED UPON WESTMINSTER BRIDGE, September 3, 1802 
William Wordsworth
(this picture was taken in the afternoon, and kind of left of the bridge not on it, but I think the sentiment is still valid…)

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!

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I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD (DAFFODILS), 1804
William Wordsworth
 
(this is actually St James Park, not the Lakes District, but still impressive… Apparently in the Lakes District climate change and the early hot weather makes the daffodils bloom too early so they have staff out there putting fake flowers into the ground, hoping the Wordsworth tourists won’t notice…)

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,
They stretched 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
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 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.

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2 Responses to Wordsworth in London

  1. Gibbleton Mum says:

    A somewhat different blog Jane – a lovely idea, and amazing photos for a camera phone! I believe Wordsworth’s sister Dorothy actually wrote that memorable last verse of Daffodils, so although he never gave her any credit we shall do so here!

  2. Chris says:

    Jane that was lovely, and wonderful timing!

    My next assignment is choosing 3 poems to analyze, until just this moment I haven’t found a poet I liked: Wordsworth’s poems are just the style I was looking for.

    Thanks!

    Lots of Love
    Chris.

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