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By: Raven, Chris and Gage 3/22/13. William Wordsworth. Life of William. Born April 7, 1770 in Cockermouth, Cumberland. Attended Hawkshed Grammar school and St. Johns College. 1791 he had an affair with Annette Vallon and had a daughter, Caroline.
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By: Raven, Chris and Gage 3/22/13 William Wordsworth
Life of William • Born April 7, 1770 in Cockermouth, Cumberland. • Attended Hawkshed Grammar school and St. Johns College. • 1791 he had an affair with Annette Vallonand had a daughter, Caroline. • He was very close to his sister Dorothy, they lived together for years. • He later met Mary Hutchinson and by 1810 they had 5 children, 2 of them passed. • His literary career began with “Descriptive Sketches (1793)” • His powers peaked with poems in “2 volumes (1807)”
Life of William • His success with shorter forms made him the more eager to succeed with longer, specifically with a long, three-part "philosophical poem, containing views of Man, Nature, and Society”. • Wordsworth's magnum opus is generally considered to be The Prelude. • In 1838 Durham university granted him an honorary degree and Oxford gave the same honor the next year. • Wordsworth was named Poet Laureate from 1843 until he died in 1850 of April.
The World is too much with us • The world is too much with us; late and soon, -A • Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers; -B • Little we see in Nature that is ours; -B • We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! -A • This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; -A • The winds that will be howling at all hours, -B • And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers, -B • For this, for everything, we are out of tune; -A • It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be -C • A pagan suckled in a creed outworn; -D • So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, -C • Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; -D • Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; -C • Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn. -D
Analysis • Mood- The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers. • Rhyme- We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! This sea that bares her bosom to the moon.
Work cited • www.victorianweb.org/previctorian/ww/bio.html • www.en.wikipedia.org/wiki/william_wordsworth