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Literature II
BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
Angrily, the speaker accuses the modern age of having lost its connection to nature
and to everything meaningful: “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!” He
says that even when the sea “bares her bosom to the moon” and the winds howl,
humanity is still out of tune, and looks on uncaringly at the spectacle of the storm. The
speaker wishes that he were a pagan raised according to a different vision of the world,
so that, “standing on this pleasant lea,” he might see images of ancient gods rising
from the waves, a sight that would cheer him greatly. He imagines “Proteus rising from
the sea,” and Triton “blowing his wreathed horn.”
The world is too much with us” falls in line with a number of sonnets written by
Wordsworth in the early 1800s that criticize or admonish what Wordsworth saw as the
decadent material cynicism of the time. This relatively simple poem angrily states that
human beings are too preoccupied with the material (“The world...getting and
spending”) and have lost touch with the spiritual and with nature. In the sestet, the
speaker dramatically proposes an impossible personal solution to his problem—he
wishes he could have been raised as a pagan, so he could still see ancient gods in the
actions of nature and thereby gain spiritual solace. His thunderous “Great God!”
indicates the extremity of his wish—in Christian England, one did not often wish to be a
pagan.
On the whole, this sonnet offers an angry summation of the familiar Wordsworthian
theme of communion with nature, and states precisely how far the early nineteenth
century was from living out the Wordsworthian ideal. The sonnet is important for its
rhetorical force (it shows Wordsworth’s increasing confidence with language as an
implement of dramatic power, sweeping the wind and the sea up like flowers in a
bouquet), and for being representative of other poems in the Wordsworth canon
Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
As the frost “performs its secret ministry” in the windless night, an owlet’s cry twice
pierces the silence. The “inmates” of the speaker’s cottage are all asleep, and the
speaker sits alone, solitary except for the “cradled infant” sleeping by his side. The
calm is so total that the silence becomes distracting, and all the world of “sea, hill, and
wood, / This populous village!” seems “inaudible as dreams.” The thin blue flame of the
fire burns without flickering; only the film on the grate flutters, which makes it seem
“companionable” to the speaker, almost alive—stirred by “the idling Spirit.”
“But O!” the speaker declares; as a child he often watched “that fluttering stranger” on
the bars of his school window and daydreamed about his birthplace and the church
tower whose bells rang so sweetly on Fair-day. These things lured him to sleep in his
childhood, and he brooded on them at school, only pretending to look at his books—
unless, of course, the door opened, in which case he looked up eagerly, hoping to see
“Townsman, or aunt, or sister more beloved, / My play-mate when we both were
clothed alike!”
Addressing the “Dear Babe, that sleep[s] cradled” by his side, whose breath fills the
silences in his thought, the speaker says that it thrills his heart to look at his beautiful
child. He enjoys the thought that although he himself was raised in the “great city, pent
’mid cloisters dim,” his child will wander in the rural countryside, by lakes and shores
and mountains, and his spirit shall be molded by God, who will “by giving make it [the
child] ask.”
All seasons, the speaker proclaims, shall be sweet to his child, whether the summer
makes the earth green or the robin redbreast sings between tufts of snow on the
branch; whether the storm makes “the eave-drops fall” or the frost’s “secret ministry”
hangs icicles silently, “quietly shining to the quiet Moon.”
The speaker of “Frost at Midnight” is generally held to be Coleridge himself, and the
poem is a quiet, very personal restatement of the abiding themes of early English
Romanticism: the effect of nature on the imagination (nature is the Teacher that “by
giving” to the child’s spirit also makes it “ask”); the relationship between children and the
natural world (“thou, my babe! shall wander like a breeze...”); the contrast between this
liberating country setting and city (“I was reared / In the great city, pent ’mid cloisters
dim”); and the relationship between adulthood and childhood as they are linked in adult
memory.
there is no doubt that the lady has made a definite impression on the poet. To him, she
is beautiful in the same way that “night” is beautiful, and, as he hastens to add, he
means a particular kind of night, one of “cloudless climes and starry skies.” There is no
threat of a storm in this imagined landscape; there are no clouds to produce even a
shower. Such a night is not really dark, for, as readers are told, the sky is filled with
stars. Their light is soft and subdued; similarly, the dark lady has “tender” eyes, as
unlike those of less subtle women as the light of a “starry” night is from that of “gaudy
day.”
Byron proceeds to amplify his earlier suggestion that a perfect combination of “dark
and bright” is the secret of his subject’s beauty. The second stanza of the poem begins
with an explicit statement to this effect: either more or less light, he insists, would have
at least to some degree “impair’d” her “grace.” At this point, the poet finally gives his
readers a clue as to what may have triggered his response, for it appears that the lady
does have “raven” hair. However, Byron does not have so specific an explanation for
the brightness of “her face.” He does not seem to mean that she has a rosy
complexion; instead, it is her “thoughts serenely sweet,” so evident in her facial
expressions, that account for the impression she makes on all those who observe her.
In the final stanza, Byron continues to explore the relationship between inner and outer
beauty. The blushes that appear on the lady’s “cheek,” her “smiles,” everything on her
“brow,” or countenance, all reveal her sterling virtue. In the last lines of the poem,
Byron sums up what he surmises: that the lady spends much of her time doing good
deeds, that her “mind” harbors no animosity toward anyone, and that when love enters
her heart, it is an “innocent” emotion. Byron’s description of a dark-haired lady thus
becomes much more: It is also his definition of the ideal woman.
This makes this a very cathartic poem. Byron asks himself why he cared for his lover
so much ('Why wert thou so dear?'), implying that he has a very different attitude to her
now even though he is struggling to change his feelings.
He is also deeply bitter about the breakup, believing that he will continue to 'rue' or
regret the relationship for a 'long, long' time. He believes that it was his lover's fault
that the relationship ended - that 'thy heart could forget, | Thy spirit deceive' - but we
are unable to tell what objectively happened. This doesn't make the poem any less
honest, but it is essentially about the poet's feelings about the breakup, not really about
the breakup itself.
The poem is also very secretive: Byron addresses his past lover as 'thee', not using a
name or giving any details, and explains that none of his friends knew of the
relationship ('They knew not I knew thee' and 'In secret we met'). This secrecy has
made it hard for him to share his feelings as he is also ashamed of the breakup and his
unhappiness. He feels guilty (he says he knew her 'too well') and hasn't forgiven
himself or his lover.
Ozymandias
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BY PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
As this poem is written about a ruined statue, it presents the perspective of a young
traveler who provides a detailed description of the scattered ruins of the statue. The
poem explores the fun of art and beauty in the natural world. The expression of wonder
starts from the first line and runs throughout the poem. However, what stays in the
minds of the readers is the impacts of the transience of life and permanence of art.
The poem comprises emotions of a traveler, who imagines the story of ruins of a statue
in a desert. The traveler expresses that the statue was broken; two legs were standing
without a body and head was half sunk in the sand. He also explains the expressions
of the statue such as the “frown” and “sneer of cold command,” which indicates that the
sculptor has made the statue to speak for itself. The lifeless statue has the name,
Ozymandias, the kings of kings, on its pedestal. The name indicates the readers to
look at the massive statue of the mighty king, but the ruined state means that nothing
remains after one’s death, even if he is a king. It shows the keen observation of the
traveler on the one hand, and the artistic skills of a sculptor on the other.
Ode: A formal, often ceremonious lyric poem that addresses and often
celebrates a person, place, thing, or idea.