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William Wordsworth was born on April 17, 1770, just outside the Lake District in the quaint market town of COCKERMOUTH, GREAT BRITAIN . He was a major Romantic Poet who, with Samuel Taylor Coleridge helped to launch the romantic age in English literature with the 1798 joint publication Lyrical ballads.

Cockermouth, Cumbria

Wordsworth's father, although frequently away from home on business, encouraged him to read, Milton, Shakespeare and Spenser.

After the death of his mother, in 1778, Wordsworth's father sent him to HawksheadGrammar School in Lancashire and Dorothy to live with relatives in Yorkshire

The fine Georgian home has been restored and refurnished to its original

The Savoie region of the Alps, through which Wordsworth and Jones

travelled in the summer of 1791

Wordsworth gives his famous definition of poetry as "the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility." A fourth and final edition of Lyrical Ballads was published in 1805.

In his "Preface to Lyrical Ballads", which is called the "manifesto" of English Romantic criticism, Wordsworth calls his poems "experimental."

Wordsworth and Coleridge produced Lyrical Ballads (1798), an important work in the English Romantic movement.

One of Wordsworth's most famous poems, "Tintern Abbey", was published in the work, along with Coleridge's "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner”.

“thought long and deeply.”

vivid, direct images and descriptions.

lyrical blank verse

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;

5 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

10 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:

15 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 20 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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