"That best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless,
unremembered acts of kindness and of love".
Wordsworth, was born at Cocker mouth. His boyhood was full of adventure
among the hills, and he says of himself that he showed "a stiff, moody, and
violent temper." He lost his mother when he was 8, and his father in 1783
when he was 13. The latter, prematurely cut off, left little for the support
of his family of four sons and a daughter, Dorothy (afterwards the worthy
companion of her illustrious brother)With the help however, of uncles, the
family were well educated and started in life. William received his earlier
education at Penrith and Hawkshead in Lancashire; and in 1787 went to St.
John's Coll., Cambridge, where he graduated B.A. in 1791.
His uncles were desirous that he should enter the Church, but to this he was
unconquerably averse; and indeed his marked indisposition to adopt any
regular employment led to their taking not natural offence. The beginning of
his friendship with Coleridge in 1795 tended to confirm him in his
resolution to devote himself to poetry; and a legacy of £900 from a friend
put it in his power to do so by making him for a time independent of other
He settled with his sister at Racedown, Dorsetshire, and shortly afterwards
removed to Alfoxden, in the Quantock Hills, to be near Coleridge, who was
then living at Nether Stowey in the same neighbourhood. One result of the
intimacy thus established was the planning of a joint work, “Lyrical
Ballads”, to which Coleridge contributed “The Ancient Mariner”, and
Wordsworth, among other pieces, “Tintern Abbey”. The first edition of the
work appeared in 1798. With the profits of this he went, accompanied by his
sister and Coleridge, to Germany, where he lived chiefly at Goslar, and
where he began the “Prelude”, a poem descriptive of the development of his
own mind. After over a year's absence Wordsworth returned and settled with
Dorothy at Grasmere. Two years later Wordsworth’s circumstances enabled him
to marry his cousin, Mary Hutchinson, to whom he had been long attached.
In 1804 he made a tour in Scotland, and began his friendship with Scott. The
year 1807 saw the publication of “Poems in Two Volumes”, which contains much
of his best work, including the "Ode to Duty," "Intimations of Immortality,"
"Yarrow Unvisited," and the "Solitary Reaper." In 1813 he migrated to Rydal
Mount, his home for the rest of his life; and in the same year he received,
through the influence of Lord Lonsdale, the appointment of Distributor of
Stamps for Westmoreland, with a salary of £400. Wordsworth had now come to
his own, and was regarded by the great majority of the lovers of poetry as,
notwithstanding certain limitations and flaws, a truly great and original
poet. In 1843, he succeeded Southey as Poet Laureate. His long, tranquil,
and fruitful life ended in 1850. He lies buried in the churchyard of
Poetry of William Wordsworth
The work of Wordsworth is singularly unequal. When at his best, as in the
"Intimations of Immortality," "Laodamia," some passages in “The Excursion”,
and some of his short pieces, and especially his sonnets, he rises to
heights of noble inspiration and splendor of language rarely equaled by any
of our poets. But it required his poetic fire to be at fusing point to
enable him to burst through his natural tendency to prolixity and even
dullness. He has a marvelous felicity of phrase, an unrivalled power of
describing natural appearances and effects, and the most ennobling views of
life and duty. But his great distinguishing characteristic is his sense of
the mystic relations between man and nature. His influence on contemporary
and succeeding thought and literature has been profound and lasting. It
should be added that Wordsworth, like Milton, with whom he had many points
in common, was the master of a noble and expressive prose style.
To A Butterfly
STAY near me--do not take thy flight!
A little longer stay in sight!
Much converse do I find in thee,
Historian of my infancy!
Float near me; do not yet depart!
Dead times revive in thee:
Thou bring'st, gay creature as thou art!
A solemn image to my heart,
My father's family!
Oh! pleasant, pleasant were the days,
The time, when, in our childish plays,
My sister Emmeline and I
Together chased the butterfly!
A very hunter did I rush
Upon the prey:--with leaps and springs
I followed on from brake to bush;
But she, God love her, feared to brush
The dust from off its wings.
My Heart Leaps Up
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud
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.
Mohtrama Sehr Farrukh RIP