I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud - William Wordsworth.
Indeed it does. The first verse of William Wordsworth's poem, written in 1807, entitled simply "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" runs as follows:I WANDERED lonely as a cloudThat 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.
Wandering lonely is a real thing, it is not surreal or unreal. 'He wandered lonely like a cloud moving over hills and valleys', contains only a comparison which does not disqualify the poem from claiming the realism in it. The following lines also can happen to and experienced by anyone, minus the comparisons. William Wordsworth's poem The Daffodils does have realism in it.
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This poem reflects a walk that was taken by William Wordsworth in the Lake District of England in 1802. It was first published in 1807 and revised in 1815. 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.
A bunch of hills in a cluster.
Indeed it does. The first verse of William Wordsworth's poem, written in 1807, entitled simply "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" runs as follows:I WANDERED lonely as a cloudThat 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.
Sure: 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.
Wandering lonely is a real thing, it is not surreal or unreal. 'He wandered lonely like a cloud moving over hills and valleys', contains only a comparison which does not disqualify the poem from claiming the realism in it. The following lines also can happen to and experienced by anyone, minus the comparisons. William Wordsworth's poem The Daffodils does have realism in it.
William Wordsworth wrote the poem I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud (aka The Daffodils), which ends with the following lines: "And then my heart with pleasure fills, / And dances with the daffodils." The poem, his most famous work, was developed from a trip to Glencoyne Park, in the Lake District of England, on 15 April 1802. Wadsworth revised the poem in 1815.
'ABABCC' describes the rhyme structure of a poem. Corresponding letters signal the rhyming words, for example in William Wordsworth's poem I wandered lonely as a cloud, the first stanza shows this ABABCC structure:I wandered lonely as a cloud (A)That floats on high o'er vales and hills, (B)When all at once I saw a crowd, (A)A host, of golden daffodils; (B)Beside the lake, beneath the trees, (C)Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. (C)A - cloud rhymes with crowdB - hills rhymes with daffodilsC - trees rhymes with breeze
The following poem was written by William Wordsworth in 1804, published in 1807 and revised in 1815. It was inspired from a walk he took along Glencoyne Bay (1802) in the Lake District of England.I wandered lonely as a Cloud (aka Daffodils)I wandered lonely as a CloudThat floats on high o'er Vales and Hills,When all at once I saw a crowdA host of dancing Daffodils;Along the Lake, beneath the trees,Ten thousand dancing in the breeze.The waves beside them danced, but theyOutdid the sparkling waves in glee: -A poet could not but be gayIn such a laughing company:I gaz'd - and gaz'd - but little thoughtWhat wealth the shew to me had brought:For oft when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude,And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the Daffodils.William Wordsworth Poems in Two Volumes: Moods of my Mind 7 (1807)
This poem, by William Wordsworth, was written in 1804, published in 1807 and edited in 1815. It is also called "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud".The DaffodilsI wandered lonely as a cloudThat 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 shineAnd twinkle on the Milky Way,They stretched in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.The waves beside them danced, but theyOut-did the sparkling waves in glee:A Poet could not but be gay,In such a jocund company:I gazed-and gazed-but little thoughtWhat wealth the show to me had brought:For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.This poem, by William Wordsworth, was written in 1804, published in 1807 and edited in 1815. It is also called "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud". The DaffodilsI wandered lonely as a cloudThat 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 shineAnd twinkle on the Milky Way,They stretched in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.The waves beside them danced, but theyOut-did the sparkling waves in glee:A Poet could not but be gay,In such a jocund company:I gazed-and gazed-but little thoughtWhat wealth the show to me had brought:For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.
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.
This poem, by William Wordsworth, was written in 1804, published in 1807 and edited in 1815. It is also called "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud".The DaffodilsI wandered lonely as a cloudThat 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 shineAnd twinkle on the Milky Way,They stretched in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.The waves beside them danced, but theyOut-did the sparkling waves in glee:A Poet could not but be gay,In such a jocund company:I gazed-and gazed-but little thoughtWhat wealth the show to me had brought:For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.
I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud William Wordsworth 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.
Pan was the god of shepherds and flocks, of mountain wilds, hunting and rustic music. He wandered the hills and mountains of Arkadia playing his pan-pipes and chasing Nymphs. His unseen presence aroused feelings of panic in men passing through the remote, lonely places of the wilds.
Because the hills make the air rise and cool.