Wordsworth and Feeling: The Poetry of an Adult Child

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Fairleigh Dickinson Univ Press, 1995 - 269 páginas
Wordsworth and Feeling returns to Wordsworth's personal history in order to locate and contextualize some of the most remarkable poetry in the English language. In this study, G. Kim Blank details how this poetry evolves out of Wordsworth's radical subjectivity, but the most pressing feature of that subjectivity is the cluster of subjects - loss, guilt, suffering, endurance, death - which appears throughout much of his poetry up until 1802-4.

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The Adult Child
41
A Mother
47
A Father
55
A Son
65
Penrith
68
Wordsworths Health and the Composition of Poetry
72
The Abandoned Child and the Abandoning Father
80
The Poets Progress Early Struggles Early Gains
91
The Letter to Coleridge December 1798
149
More Poetry from the Winter of Discontent
167
Home Again in Grasmere
174
Towards the 1799 Prelude
176
The 1799 Prelude Book 2
184
Longing for and Belonging at Grasmere
189
The Immortality Ode Back to the Future
205
Wordsworth as the Lost Child
216

Wandering Lonely 179395
93
From Racedown to Alfoxden 179597
98
Towards the 1798 Lyrical Ballads
114
Tintern Abbey Revisited or Aching Joys and Healing Thoughts
125
Down and Out in Germany Writing in SelfDefense
140
Off to Germany
143
Wordsworth Trauma and the Poetry of Dissociation
218
Wordsworth Recovery and Writing
220
Notes
222
Works Cited
248
Index
263
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Página 135 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create, And what perceive...
Página 46 - I have said that poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity : the emotion is contemplated till, by a species of re-action, the tranquillity gradually disappears, and an emotion, kindred to that which was before the subject of contemplation, is gradually produced, and does itself actually exist in the mind.
Página 133 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts: a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean and the living air, And the...
Página 214 - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Página 5 - How strange that all The terrors, pains, and early miseries, Regrets, vexations, lassitudes interfused Within my mind, should e'er have borne a part, And that a needful part, in making up The calm existence that is mine when I Am worthy of myself!
Página 235 - My theory, on the contrary, is that the bodily changes follow directly the perception of the exciting fact, and that our feeling of the same changes as they occur is the emotion.
Página 132 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Página 126 - No poem of mine was composed under circumstances more pleasant for me to remember than this. I began it upon leaving Tintern, after crossing the Wye, and concluded it just as I was entering Bristol in the evening, after a ramble of four or five days, with my sister. Not a line of it was altered, and not any part of it written down till I reached Bristol.
Página 132 - That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures.
Página 132 - Flying from something that he dreads, than one Who sought the thing he loved. For Nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all.

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