Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE ALFOXDEN NOTEBOOK (1): 2, by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Why is it we feel / so little for each other Last Line: There is a mind. | ||||||||
Why is it we feel So little for each other, but for this, That we with nature have no sympathy, Or with such things as have no power to hold Articulate language? And never for each other shall we feel As we may feel, till we have sympathy With nature in her forms inanimate, With objects such as have no power to hold Articulate language. In all forms of things There is a mind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A JEWISH FAMILY; IN A SMALL VALLEY OPPOSITE ST. GOAR by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ADMONITION [TO A TRAVELLER] by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH AN APRIL MORNING by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ANECDOTE FOR FATHERS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ANIMAL TRANQUILITY AND DECAY; A SKETCH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH AT FLORENCE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH AT THE GRAVE OF BURNS; SEVEN YEARS AFTER HIS DEATH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH BUONAPARTE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH COMPOSED AT NEIDPATH CASTLE, 1803 by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH COMPOSED BY THE SEA-SIDE NEAR CALAIS [AUGUST 1802] by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |
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