Wordsworth tintern abbey pdf

The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean and the living air, And the blue sky, and in the mind of man; A motion and a spirit, that impels.

All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye , and ear, — both what they half create, And what perceive; well pleased to recognise In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.

Nor perchance, If I were not thus taught, should I the more Suffer my genial spirits to decay: For thou art with me here upon the banks Of this fair river; thou my dearest Friend, My dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read Of thy wild eyes.

My dear, dear Sister! The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.

Therefore let the moon Shine on thee in thy solitary walk; And let the misty mountain-winds be free To blow against thee: and, in after years, When these wild ecstasies shall be matured Into a sober pleasure; when thy mind Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms,. Thy memory be as a dwelling-place For all sweet sounds and harmonies; oh! Nor, perchance — If I should be where I no more can hear Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams Of past existence — wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream.

We stood together; and that I, so long A worshipper of Nature, hither came Unwearied in that service: rather say With warmer love — oh! Nor wilt thou then forget, That after many wanderings, many years Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs, And this green pastoral landscape, were to me More dear, both for themselves and for thy sake!

No poem of mine was composed under circumstances more pleasant for me to remember than this. Caernarfon Castle. Caerphilly Castle. Chepstow Castle. Tintern Abbey. Harlech Castle. View all popular Cadw locations mobile link. Updated guidance for visitors to Cadw sites. Ideas for Family days out.

Castles for kids. Enter the email address you signed up with and we'll email you a reset link. Need an account? Click here to sign up. Download Free PDF. William Wordsworth, tintern Abbey Parayan, Parayan Baidya. A short summary of this paper. Download Download PDF. Translate PDF. An orphan whom the unroofed school of Nature attracted more than the discipline of the classics was one of the pioneers of the Romantic Revival.

He is also known as a lake district poet and belongs to the first generation of romantic poets. He was brought up and educated in the beautiful lake region. The second period of his life begins with his university education at Cambridge in The best of his works appeared in the Lyrical Ballads published in In the last half century of his life William Wordsworth retired to his beloved lake district , where he was born.

He lived so close to nature that her influence is reflected in all his poetry. Wordsworth saw a reflection of the living God in every natural object. Nature for him is transfused and illuminated by Spirit.

Man is also a reflection of the divine Spirit. About the poem Tintern is a village located in Monmouthshire. Tintern Abbey is an old ruin. The place is located in the valley of river Wye and is known for its picturesque natural beauty. William Wordsworth had visited Tintern Abbey in and it was a lonely journey. He revisited the place in His beloved sister Dorothy was with him during his second visit. The poem's full title, as given in Lyrical Ballads, is "Lines written a few miles above Tintern Abbey, on revisiting the banks of the Wye during a tour, July 13, ".

The poem is written in blank verse unrhymed iambic pentameter lines using verse paragraphs.