Author: william wordsworth
The child is the father of an adult;
I hope to respect nature.
Can run through my life.
Once upon a time, there were grasslands, streams and fruit trees.
This land, and every common sight,
in my opinion
Covered with skylights,
This glory is the beginning of a dream.
It's just different now; ——
I looked around the field,
Day and night,
I can't see what I see anymore.
2. The rainbow has gone and come again.
Roses are still lovely,
The cheerful moon
Looking around, the sky is vast,
Wang Yang in the starry night.
It exudes moving beauty;
The newborn sun is brilliant;
But wherever I am, I have understood.
There is a kind of glory that has left this world forever.
Today, the birds are still singing.
The lamb is still jumping.
Like tinkling tambourines,
Only me, a ray of sadness:
Instant words can stop its stagnation,
So I tried to be strong again:
Waterfalls blow horns from cliffs;
How can my sadness miss this season again?
I heard echoes wandering in the mountains.
The wind escape vilen shouted at me:
The earth rejoices;
Earth and ocean
Released in drunkenness,
With the heart of May,
Every animal is in a festival.
You, happy son,
Shout beside me, let me hear your cry, you happy shepherd boy.
I heard about your sacred creation.
You call the other party; I saw it.
In your celebration, the heavens also laugh together;
My heart melts in your feast,
My head has its own crown.
Your happiness is full, and I have-I have a complete experience.
Oh, bad days! If I am sad
The earth is busy decorating,
On this sweet May morning,
The children are picking.
Flowers; In all directions,
In a thousand wide and far valleys;
The sun is warm,
The baby exulted in its mother's arms.
I heard it, I heard it, I heard it with a smile!
-But there's a tree among the trees.
The lonely wilderness I saw,
As soon as they sue, they say, the extinction of something:
Percy is at your feet.
Repeat the same myth:
Where did the illusory light escape?
Where are the glory and dreams now?
5, our birth, just sleeping and forgetting:
* * * Our rising spirit, the great star of life,
Ben has fallen to another place,
Come from afar again;
Not total amnesia,
Not absolutely blank,
Dragging the clouds of glory, we are
Children of God:
Heaven lingers in our childhood!
The shadow of prison will gradually disappear.
Surround young people,
But he saw light, and its source,
He was in high spirits when he saw it;
Young people are gradually moving away from the East,
He must roam and praise nature.
His journey remains the same.
Accompanied by grand imagination.
In the end, this light is dim in the eyes of adults.
Destroyed in ordinary sunlight.
6. The earth is full of joy that belongs to her;
There are also many desires in its nature.
Even some kind of maternal tenderness,
Instead of meaningless goals,
The simple nanny did her best.
The children she raised-the people she lived with,
Forget the grand palace where he was born,
And the glory he knows.
Extended data:
Style characteristic
Wordsworth's short poems are fresh, and his long poems are fresh and profound, which is contrary to the plain and elegant style of neoclassicism and creates a fresh and lively romantic poetry style.
His sonnets are magnificent, and his Overture (1805) is the first time to write autobiographical Growth of a Poet's Mind in verse, which has created a new style in content and art.
Wordsworth's poems about nature are beautiful and moving, and a prominent feature of his poems is full of feelings and scenes. This style is reflected in the author's choice of theme, language, meter, style and vocabulary.
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