My Operaa poet could not but be gay
Monday, December 18, 2006 12:14:34 PM
William Wordsworth, one of my most favourite poets in English literature, is known as the Nature Poet in history. 
He was born on April 17, 1770 in Cockermouth, Cumberland, in the Lake District. His father was John Wordsworth, Sir James Lowther’s attorney. The magnificent landscape deeply affected Wordsworth’s imagination and gave him a love of nature. He lost his mother when he was eight and five year later his father. The domestic problems separated Wordsworth from his beloved and neurotic sister Dorothy, who was a very important person in his life.
With the help of his two uncles, Wordsworth entered a local school and continued his studies at Cambridge University. Wordsworth made his debut as a writer in 1787, when hi published a sonnet in The European Magazine. In that same year he entered St. John’s college, Cambridge, from where he took his B.A. in 1791.
In 1795 he met Coleridge. Wordsworth’s financial situation became better when he received a legacy and was able to settle at Racedown, Dorset, with his sister Dorothy.
Encouraged by Coleridge and stimulated by the close contact with nature, Wordsworth composed his first masterwork, Lyrical Ballads, which opened with Coleridge’s “Ancient Mariner”, about 1789 he started to write a large and philosophical autobiographical poem, completed in 1805, and published posthumously in 1850 under the title The Prelude.
In later life Wordsworth abandoned his radical ideas and became a patriotic, conservative public man.
In 1843 he succeeded Robert Southey as England’s poet laureate. Wordsworth died on April 23, 1850, at the age of 80.
This is the life of my beloved poet, William Wordsworth. His life and his experience made him a great poet. His poems are lovely, beautiful and full of imagination. The first work I read of his was “I Wander Lonely As a Cloud”, the poet wandered around with a brightly happy mood, everything in his eyes were beautiful and full of glee. The common daffodils became so lovely as “dancing in the breeze” adorably. And the common daffodils became so beautiful as they were “as the stars that shine and twinkle on the Milky Way.” In such a charming environment, “a poet could not but be gay”, William Wordsworth wrote down his delightful feeling of his heart which “with pleasure fills”, and in the poem, his heart “dances with the daffodils’. The “poet could not but be gay” in the amazing nature, in the surrounding of nature, the poet became so delighted, he had to write down his feeling, he had to record the joy of his heart. Then, there’s poem; and then, for many years later, we readers could still see how beautiful the daffodils were, we could still see how they danced with the breeze in glee, we could still feel the joyous mood of the poet, and all these are because of the poem.Thank the creation which full of illusion and imagination of William Wordsworth, we could “see” and taste the gorgeous scenery of the English Lake District, we could have the amused feel of a sensitive poet. William Wordsworth once said, “a poet could not but be gay”, a poet feels happy in the natural surrounding; I have to say, “a reader could not but be gay”, a reader feels satisfied reading the lovely poems.
In the beautiful scene of nature, “a poet could not but be gay”; in the vivid creation of poems, “a poet could not but be gay”.
He was born on April 17, 1770 in Cockermouth, Cumberland, in the Lake District. His father was John Wordsworth, Sir James Lowther’s attorney. The magnificent landscape deeply affected Wordsworth’s imagination and gave him a love of nature. He lost his mother when he was eight and five year later his father. The domestic problems separated Wordsworth from his beloved and neurotic sister Dorothy, who was a very important person in his life.
With the help of his two uncles, Wordsworth entered a local school and continued his studies at Cambridge University. Wordsworth made his debut as a writer in 1787, when hi published a sonnet in The European Magazine. In that same year he entered St. John’s college, Cambridge, from where he took his B.A. in 1791.
In 1795 he met Coleridge. Wordsworth’s financial situation became better when he received a legacy and was able to settle at Racedown, Dorset, with his sister Dorothy.
Encouraged by Coleridge and stimulated by the close contact with nature, Wordsworth composed his first masterwork, Lyrical Ballads, which opened with Coleridge’s “Ancient Mariner”, about 1789 he started to write a large and philosophical autobiographical poem, completed in 1805, and published posthumously in 1850 under the title The Prelude.
In later life Wordsworth abandoned his radical ideas and became a patriotic, conservative public man.
In 1843 he succeeded Robert Southey as England’s poet laureate. Wordsworth died on April 23, 1850, at the age of 80.
This is the life of my beloved poet, William Wordsworth. His life and his experience made him a great poet. His poems are lovely, beautiful and full of imagination. The first work I read of his was “I Wander Lonely As a Cloud”, the poet wandered around with a brightly happy mood, everything in his eyes were beautiful and full of glee. The common daffodils became so lovely as “dancing in the breeze” adorably. And the common daffodils became so beautiful as they were “as the stars that shine and twinkle on the Milky Way.” In such a charming environment, “a poet could not but be gay”, William Wordsworth wrote down his delightful feeling of his heart which “with pleasure fills”, and in the poem, his heart “dances with the daffodils’. The “poet could not but be gay” in the amazing nature, in the surrounding of nature, the poet became so delighted, he had to write down his feeling, he had to record the joy of his heart. Then, there’s poem; and then, for many years later, we readers could still see how beautiful the daffodils were, we could still see how they danced with the breeze in glee, we could still feel the joyous mood of the poet, and all these are because of the poem.Thank the creation which full of illusion and imagination of William Wordsworth, we could “see” and taste the gorgeous scenery of the English Lake District, we could have the amused feel of a sensitive poet. William Wordsworth once said, “a poet could not but be gay”, a poet feels happy in the natural surrounding; I have to say, “a reader could not but be gay”, a reader feels satisfied reading the lovely poems.
In the beautiful scene of nature, “a poet could not but be gay”; in the vivid creation of poems, “a poet could not but be gay”.
fitchwars # Wednesday, December 20, 2006 8:56:21 AM
very good introduction of him, thanks.