The ExcursionWoodstock Books, 1991 - 447 sider Though displaced in the eyes of twentieth-century readers by the Prelude (written 1798-1805, but unknown to the poet's contemporaries), the Excursion was for three generations Wordsworth's major work. It had bulk, gravitas, sonorous (sometimes beautiful) blank verse, epic pretensions. Published in 1814, it debated in the persons of the Wanderer, Pastor and Solitary the big questions of the day: the effects of the French and industrial revolutions, education, man in his relation to nature, society, God. As Wordsworth's reputation grew in the 1820s and '30s, the Excursion came, almost ex officio, to seem the grandest poem since Paradise lost. The text of 1814, like the Prelude text of 1805, was later weakened by revision. Reprinted here for the first time, it should go far to explain why Keats numbered the Excursion among the 'three things to rejoice at in [his] Age.'. |
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... pains and persevering hope Recovered ; or , if hitherto unknown , Lies within reach , and one day shall be gained . ” I blame them not , " he calmly answered— “ no ; The outward ritual and established forms With which Communitics of Men ...
... pains and persevering hope Recovered ; or , if hitherto unknown , Lies within reach , and one day shall be gained . ” I blame them not , " he calmly answered— “ no ; The outward ritual and established forms With which Communitics of Men ...
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... we think So have we argued ; reaping for our pains No visible recompense . For our relief You , " to the Pastor turning thus he spake , “ Have kindly interposed . May I entreat Your further help ? The mine of real life Dig 229.
... we think So have we argued ; reaping for our pains No visible recompense . For our relief You , " to the Pastor turning thus he spake , “ Have kindly interposed . May I entreat Your further help ? The mine of real life Dig 229.
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... pains at last . -What kindly warmth from touch of fostering hand , What penetrating power of sun or breeze , Shall e'er dissolve the crust wherein his soul Sleeps , like a caterpillar sheathed in ice ? This torpor is no pitiable work Of ...
... pains at last . -What kindly warmth from touch of fostering hand , What penetrating power of sun or breeze , Shall e'er dissolve the crust wherein his soul Sleeps , like a caterpillar sheathed in ice ? This torpor is no pitiable work Of ...
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