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doing some teaching prep on Romantic poetry, flicking through the Norton Anthology, and look the fact that Wordsworth wrote a poem called & #39;Nutting& #39; is just very funny, it is just very funny to me
& #39;and I saw the sparkling foam,
And - with my cheek on one of the green stones
That, fleeced with moss, under the shady trees,
Lay round me, scattered like a flock of sheep -
I heard the murmur and the murmuring sound,
In that sweet mood when pleasure loves to pay
...
And - with my cheek on one of the green stones
That, fleeced with moss, under the shady trees,
Lay round me, scattered like a flock of sheep -
I heard the murmur and the murmuring sound,
In that sweet mood when pleasure loves to pay
...
...Tribute to ease; and, of its joy secure,
The heart luxuriates with indifferent things,
Wasting its kindliness on stocks and stones,
And on the vacant air.& #39;
The heart luxuriates with indifferent things,
Wasting its kindliness on stocks and stones,
And on the vacant air.& #39;
then he wrecks the hazel bower, absolutely wrecks it. tell me this is not
& #39;Then, dearest Maiden, move along these shades / In gentleness of heart; with gentle hand / Touch - for there is a spirit in the woods.& #39;
In conclusion, in this essay I have shown
