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Listen to a reading of "Daffodils

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William Wordsworth Janette Miller Chopin

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Famous Poem ~ Daffodils by William Wordsworth with text

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An Introduction to Wordsworth

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Providence eLearning brings you a collection of poetry from the Romantic period, as William Lasseter breaks down the unique time period focusing on the works of Wordsworth, Keats, Shelley, and Byron. This particular video is an introduction to the section on William Wordsworth, and is included in an interactive textbook titled "The Romantics: Video Enhanced."

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The Tables Turned     Related Poem Content Details                                                 By                                          William Wordsworth                                   "Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books; Or surely you'll grow double: Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks; Why all this toil and trouble? The sun above the mountain's head, A freshening lustre mellow Through all the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow. Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it. And hark! how blithe the throstle sings! He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher. She has a world of ready wealth, Our minds and hearts to bless— Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health, Truth breathed by cheerfulness. One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can. Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:— We murder to dissect. Enough of Science and of Art; Close up those barren leaves; Come forth, and bring with you a heart That watches and receives. "

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The Tables Turned     Related Poem Content Details                                                 By                                          William Wordsworth                                   "Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books; Or surely you'll grow double: Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks; Why all this toil and trouble? The sun above the mountain's head, A freshening lustre mellow Through all the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow. Books! 'tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it. And hark! how blithe the throstle sings! He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher. She has a world of ready wealth, Our minds and hearts to bless— Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health, Truth breathed by cheerfulness. One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can. Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:— We murder to dissect. Enough of Science and of Art; Close up those barren leaves; Come forth, and bring with you a heart That watches and receives. "

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I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud - William Wordsworth

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I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud - William Wordsworth

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"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;

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

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:

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. "

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Dorothy Wordsworth - Sister
Dora Wordsworth - Daughter

Christopher Wordsworth-Nephew
Charles Wordsworth - Nephew

John Wordsworth - Nephew

Catherine Wordsworth - Child

William "Willy" Wordsworth - Child

Mary Hutchinson - Spouse

Thomas Wordsworth - Child

Ann Cookson Wordsworth - Mother

Richard Wordsworth - Brother

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The Prelude
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
Lyrical Ballads

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"Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher."
"Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart."
"The best portion of a good man's life, His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love."

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Born: April 7, 1770 in Cockermouth, United Kingdom
Died: April 23, 1850 in Cumberland, United Kingdom