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Sunday, October 16, 2016

Poems by Wordsworth and Blake

The metropolis of capital of the United Kingdom has inspired close to(prenominal) poets throughout the ages: from Chaucers Pilgrims to Larkins The Whitsun Weddings. Two of the most characteristic portrayals are William Blakes capital of the United Kingdom (1794) and William Wordsworths dispassionate upon Westminster nosepiece, Sept. 3, 1803. Blakes poem presents a marginal view of capital of the United Kingdom in the late 18th century, a dismal picture of locomote humanity. By contrast, Wordsworths Composed upon Westminster Bridge shows the city of capital of the United Kingdom as beautiful and benign, non in any means threatening or corrupting. This judge explores how these two impressions of capital of the United Kingdom estimate on what aspect of London is being examined. Blake wanders around London viewing its inhabitants and describing what he sees and hears; whereas Wordsworth stay static on Westminster Bridge admiring an early morning stab view of London duration its inhabitants are asleep: an unmatched opinion of the city for him. It is more usual for Wordsworth to reject cities in favor of the countryside and personality. In Lines write a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey composed in 1798, some five years anterior than Composed upon Westminster Bridge, Wordsworth writes:\n\nI am still\nA caramel of the meadows and the woods,\nAnd mountains; and of all that we behold\nFrom this color earth; of all the powerful world\nOf eye and ear, twain what they half-create,\nAnd what perceive; well rejoicing to recognize\nIn nature and the language of my purest thoughts, the nurse,\nThe guide, the guardian of my heart, and reason\nOf all my moral being. (lines 103-112)\n\n merely when praising London in Composed upon Westminster Bridge Wordsworth claims [n]eer saw I, never felt, a calm so loggerheaded (line 12). He sees the city as peaceful and calm, and this impacts on his deliver cast of mind. However, Wordsworth is viewing London from West minster Bridge when the city is sleeping - without the chaos of daily tone around him. He is exactly admiring a scene and doing so in unequivocal harm: in this em...

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