Did parts of the Poets Walk and the Valley of the Rocks in gorgeous Lynton today. #footsteps #Romanticism #Wordsworth #Southey #Coleridge #Shelley
#footsteps #romanticism #wordsworth #southey #coleridge #shelley
"Bright was the summer’s noon when quickening steps
Followed each other till a dreary moor
Was crossed, a bare ridge clomb, upon whose top
Standing alone, as from a rampart’s edge,
I overlooked the bed of Windermere,
Like a vast river, stretching in the sun.” ~ William Wordsworth
Happy Summer Monday, Fedis
Photography by me
Ventura, CA
#Photography #poetry #Wordsworth #California #Monday #Summer #View
#photography #poetry #wordsworth #california #monday #summer #view
Fare thee well, Al Jaffee — and thanks for all the fun and inspiration. This scan dates from the time I was in grade 12 and realised that the "fold-in“-technique can be used to drastically shorten Wordsworth.
#aljaffee #madmagazine #wordsworth #daffodils
@captsingh Haven't seen you for awhile? Wrong time of day perhaps. Good afternoon, it's not quite light here today.
"In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm" #Wordsworth
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
Hot new content dropped in the International Journal for Welsh Writing in English!
‘Uncertain notice’: Unearthing Wales in William Wordsworth’s ‘Simon Lee’ and ‘Tintern Abbey’
Author: Matthew C. Jones (University of Florida)
#OpenAccess #WelshWritingInEnglish #Wordsworth #RomanticLit #Lit #Poetry #Wales
#openaccess #WelshWritingInEnglish #wordsworth #romanticlit #lit #poetry #Wales
There never enough fan art of these two precious gay kitties.
#heathcliff #wordsworth #hector #hectsworth #yaoi #gay
Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height,
Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke
The years to bring the inevitable yoke,
Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife?
Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight,
William Wordsworth : Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
#Inspirational #Writing #Wordsworth #poetry #poem #verse #english
#inspirational #Writing #wordsworth #poetry #poem #verse #english
Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height,
Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke
The years to bring the inevitable yoke,
Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife?
Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight,
William Wordsworth : Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
#Inspirational #Writing #Wordsworth #poetry #poem #verse #english
#inspirational #Writing #wordsworth #poetry #poem #verse #english
I, loving freedom, and untried;
No sport of every random gust,
Yet being to myself a guide,
Too blindly have reposed my trust:
And oft, when in my heart was heard
Thy timely mandate, I deferred
The task, in smoother walks to stray;
William Wordsworth : Ode to Duty
#Inspirational #Writing #Wordsworth #poetry #poem #verse #english
#inspirational #Writing #wordsworth #poetry #poem #verse #english
But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may
Through no disturbance of my soul,
Or strong compunction in me wrought,
I supplicate for thy control;
But in the quietness of thought:
Me this unchartered freedom tires;
William Wordsworth : Ode to Duty
#Inspirational #Writing #Wordsworth #poetry #poem #verse #english
#inspirational #Writing #wordsworth #poetry #poem #verse #english
But thee I now would serve more strictly, if I may
Through no disturbance of my soul,
Or strong compunction in me wrought,
I supplicate for thy control;
But in the quietness of thought:
Me this unchartered freedom tires;
William Wordsworth : Ode to Duty
#Inspirational #Writing #Wordsworth #poetry #poem #verse #english
#inspirational #Writing #wordsworth #poetry #poem #verse #english
Is breathed upon by Hope's perpetual breath;
That virtue and the faculties within
Are vital,--and that riches are akin
To fear, to change, to cowardice, and death?
William Wordsworth : October, 1803
#Inspirational #Writing #Wordsworth #poetry #poem #verse #english
#inspirational #Writing #wordsworth #poetry #poem #verse #english
Among the flowers, and with the flowers I played;
A temper known to those, who, after long
And weary expectation, have been blest
With sudden happiness beyond all hope
Perhaps it was a bower beneath whose leaves
The violets of five seasons re-appear
William Wordsworth : Nutting
#Inspirational #Writing #Wordsworth #poetry #poem #verse #english
#inspirational #Writing #wordsworth #poetry #poem #verse #english
Because the lovely little flower is free
Down to its root, and, in that freedom, bold;
And so the grandeur of the Forest-tree
Comes not by casting in a formal mould,
But from its own divine vitality
William Wordsworth : A Poet! He Hath Put his Heart to School
#Inspirational #Writing #Wordsworth #poetry #poem #verse #english
#inspirational #Writing #wordsworth #poetry #poem #verse #english
Christmas cards inspired by our ridiculous exhibition at #Wordsworth Grasmere have arrived - the museum is using Stephen Collins cartoon as its corporate Christmas card this year and printed us some blank ones! (Posted em on 23rd November too - all solidarity to striking posties - but please accept these images if you were expecting a card from us this year!) Merry Christmas!
That all his hopes were gone That day at noon
She said to Luke, while they two by themselves
Were sitting at the door, "Thou must not go:
We have no other Child but thee to lose,
None to remember--do not go away,
William Wordsworth : Michael: A Pastoral Poem
#Inspirational #Writing #Wordsworth #poetry #poem #verse #english
#inspirational #Writing #wordsworth #poetry #poem #verse #english
‘The World Is Too Much With Us’ by William Wordsworth
The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers; Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon…