This is a very impressive collection of some of the best sonnets from the pen of the incomparable William Wordsworth. The appreciation that Wordsworth had for the beauty of his surroundings is vibrantly exhibited in these selections, as are his feelings on love, friendship, society, conflict, history, the supernatural and indeed the art of poetry itself. And what better vehicle for the elegant articulation of a master poet's thoughts and inspirations than the sonnet, an art form ideally suited to assertion, verbalization and contemplation.
In these sonnets, we witness Wordsworth's poetic expertise at its best in superb descriptions of nature's splendor which he astutely juxtaposes with his reflections on a world that is "too much with us," a world in which, "man for brother man has ceased to feel."
The sanctuary that Wordsworth found and which forms the basis for the inspiration displayed in many of these sonnets was the magnificent Lake District of England, which he depicted as, "At happy distance from Earth's groaning field, / Where ruthless mortals wage incessant wars." Such a sanctuary the poet would have wished for us all, and indeed provided the means for at least our vicarious enjoyment in the form of these enduring and timeless works of art.
- Summary by Bruce Kachuk
In these sonnets, we witness Wordsworth's poetic expertise at its best in superb descriptions of nature's splendor which he astutely juxtaposes with his reflections on a world that is "too much with us," a world in which, "man for brother man has ceased to feel."
The sanctuary that Wordsworth found and which forms the basis for the inspiration displayed in many of these sonnets was the magnificent Lake District of England, which he depicted as, "At happy distance from Earth's groaning field, / Where ruthless mortals wage incessant wars." Such a sanctuary the poet would have wished for us all, and indeed provided the means for at least our vicarious enjoyment in the form of these enduring and timeless works of art.
- Summary by Bruce Kachuk
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Chapters
- Chapter 1
Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room
01:20 - Chapter 2
Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned
01:19 - Chapter 3
Written in very Early Youth
01:20 - Chapter 4
I watch, and long have watched, with calm regret
01:26 - Chapter 5
How clear, how keen, how marvellously bright
01:22 - Chapter 6
While not a leaf seems faded; while the fields
01:20 - Chapter 7
There is a pleasure in poetic pains
01:17 - Chapter 8
Oxford, May 30, 1820
01:19 - Chapter 9
A Parsonage in Oxfordshire
01:18 - Chapter 10
Hail, Twilight, sovereign of one peaceful hour!
01:20 - Chapter 11
Mark the concentred hazels that enclose
01:22 - Chapter 12
Composed at Rydal on May Morning, 1838
01:23 - Chapter 13
Though the bold wings of Poesy affect
01:22 - Chapter 14
Pelion and Ossa flourish side by side
01:17 - Chapter 15
To Sleep
01:25 - Chapter 16
Fond words have oft been spoken to thee, Sleep!
01:23 - Chapter 17
The River Eden, Cumberland
01:16 - Chapter 18
Surprised by joy - impatient as the Wind
01:23 - Chapter 19
Her only pilot the soft breeze, the boat
01:19 - Chapter 20
With Ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh
01:16 - Chapter 21
Where lies the Land to which yon Ship must go?
01:21 - Chapter 22
Sole listener, Duddon! to the Breeze that played
01:17 - Chapter 23
What aspect bore the Man who roved or fled
01:20 - Chapter 24
Hail to the fields - with dwellings sprinkled o'er
01:23 - Chapter 25
The Stepping-Stones
01:18 - Chapter 26
Whence that low voice? - A whisper from the heart
01:22 - Chapter 27
I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide
01:22 - Chapter 28
Brook! whose society the poet seeks
01:22 - Chapter 29
Methinks that to some vacant hermitage
01:20 - Chapter 30
There is a little unpretending Rill
01:20 - Chapter 31
Written upon a Blank Leaf in "The Complete Angler"
01:18 - Chapter 32
Oh Friend! I know not which way I must look
01:24 - Chapter 33
The world is too much with us; late and soon
01:20 - Chapter 34
Milton! thou shouldst be living at this hour
01:28 - Chapter 35
Great men have been among us; hands that penned
01:22 - Chapter 36
It is not to be thought of that the Flood
01:19 - Chapter 37
When I have borne in memory what has tamed
01:16 - Chapter 38
Near Dover
01:22 - Chapter 39
Vanguard of Liberty, ye men of Kent
01:22 - Chapter 40
Thought of a Briton on the Subjugation of Switzerland
01:25 - Chapter 41
An Invasion Being Expected, October 1803
01:22 - Chapter 42
Composed in the Valley near Dover, on the Day of Landing
01:28 - Chapter 43
Not Love, not War, nor the tumultuous swell
01:22 - Chapter 44
To Toussaint L'Ouverture
01:16 - Chapter 45
When Philoctetes in the Lemnian Isle
01:19 - Chapter 46
When haughty expectations prostrate lie
01:21 - Chapter 47
O'er the wide earth, on mountain and on plain
01:21 - Chapter 48
On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic
01:18 - Chapter 49
By Grasmere Lake
01:21 - Chapter 50
Composed by the Sea-Side, Near Calais
01:24 - Chapter 51
As leaves are to the tree whereon they grow
01:25 - Chapter 52
Adieu, Rydalian Laurels! that have grown
01:20 - Chapter 53
The Trosachs
01:19 - Chapter 54
Admonition
01:19 - Chapter 55
The forest huge of ancient Caledon
01:19 - Chapter 56
Aix-la-Chapelle
01:05 - Chapter 57
Between Namur and Liège
01:18 - Chapter 58
Composed on Westminster Bridge, Sept. 3, 1802
01:18 - Chapter 59
Roman Antiquities
01:14 - Chapter 60
The Monument commonly called Long Meg and Her Daughters, near the River Eden
01:12 - Chapter 61
There! said a Stripling, pointing with meet pride
01:10 - Chapter 62
Mary Queen of Scots
01:09 - Chapter 63
In sight of the Town of Cockermouth
01:18 - Chapter 64
A Place of Burial in the South of Scotland
01:19 - Chapter 65
Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes
01:11 - Chapter 66
In King's College Chapel, Cambridge
01:18 - Chapter 67
They dreamt not of a perishable home
01:14 - Chapter 68
Rural Ceremony
01:12 - Chapter 69
Places of Worship
01:18 - Chapter 70
Who but is pleased to watch the moon on high
01:13 - Chapter 71
The Shepherd, looking eastward, softly said
01:16 - Chapter 72
With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the sky
01:23 - Chapter 73
The stars are mansions built by Nature's hand
01:21 - Chapter 74
To a Snow-drop
01:16 - Chapter 75
Hark! 'tis the Thrush, undaunted, undeprest
01:25 - Chapter 76
I dropped my pen; and listened to the Wind
01:17 - Chapter 77
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free
01:14 - Chapter 78
To the Cuckoo
01:18 - Chapter 79
Near Anio's stream, I spied a gentle Dove
01:20 - Chapter 80
Composed on a May Morning
01:18 - Chapter 81
Personal Talk
01:14 - Chapter 82
Yet life, you say, "is life; we have seen and see"
01:17 - Chapter 83
Wings have we - and as far as we can go
01:17 - Chapter 84
Nor can I not believe but that hereby
01:17 - Chapter 85
How sweet it is, when mother Fancy rocks
01:21 - Chapter 86
Why art thou silent? Is thy love a plant
01:18 - Chapter 87
To the Planet Venus, an Evening Star
01:18 - Chapter 88
Valedictory Sonnet
01:24