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ENGLISH PROJECT 2023-2024
STD - X
ACTIVITY- 1
TOPIC – The nature poet –
William Wordsworth
CONTENT
1. Introduction
2. Few selected poems of nature poet William Wordsworth
a. Daffodils
b. The World is too much with us
c. My Heart leaps up
d. The Solitary Reaper
3. Summary of the poem “The Solitary Reaper”
4. Conclusion
1
INTRODUCTION
The great poet William Wordsworth was born on 7th April
1770. He is considered as one of the greatest poets of English
Literature. He was inspired by nature and thus in most of his
poems he speaks and describes the beauty of nature.
He began his career in the year 1787 when he published his
sonnet in ‘The European Magazine’. He got his B.A. degree
from St. John’s College, Cambridge in 1791.

2
Poetry is a kind of language that says more and more
intensely than the ordinary language does. Wordsworth poems
have its own characteristics and unique style that represent the
style of the writer.
Some of his great works are The Solitary Reaper, Daffodils,
The Prelude, Tintern Abbey and The Stolen Boat. He is a
great poet of yester year who is spoken and cherished even by
the present generation. He will be remembered all time to
come.
3
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.
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.

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The waves beside them danced, but they
Out –did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a journal 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 they my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
THE WORLD IS TOO MUCH WITH US
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not, Great God! I’d rather be
A pagan suckled in creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,

Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow wreathed horn.

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MY HEART LEAPS UP
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The child is father of the man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.

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THE SOLITARY REAPER
Behold her, single in the field,

Yon Solitary Highland lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, and gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! For the vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.
No Nightingale did ever Chaunt,

More welcome notes to weary bands
Of travellers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian sand:
A voice so thrilling ne’er was heard
In spring time from the cuckoo bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides.
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Will no one tell me what she sings?

Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far off things,
And battles long ago.
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss or pain,
That has been, and may be again?
Whate’er the theme the maiden sang

As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o’er the sickle bending;
I listen’d, motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill;
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.
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SUMMARY OF THE POEM-THE SOLITARY REAPER
This poem is written by the great nature poet Sir

William Wordsworth.
This poem is presented in four stanzas. Every

stanza of the poem speaks about a lonely young girl
who reaps her crop by singing.
The poet in the maiden stanza describes about a

solitary girl in the field who impressed him with her
song.
She on the highland is reaping the crops by singing

to herself .She was cutting and binding the grains with
beautiful melancholy song all by herself .The poet
requests to either stop or gently pass and listen to the
sad song of the lonely girl that the valley is profoundly
overflowing with the sound.
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The poet continues to speak about the beauty of the

song. Her song is so warm and welcoming to the tired
travellers who were resting under the shade along the
Arabian sands.
The poet says that even the nightingale has never

sung such a one.
The solitary girl’s voice was so thrilling and was

never heard before.
The poet says usually the cuckoo bird’s voice will
be very sweet during spring time but the lonely girl’s
voice surpasses cuckoo bird’s sweet voice.
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Her song breaks the silence of the seas and the

farthest islands.
The poet continues to speak about the song.
He says will anybody be able to tell him as to what

she is singing, the sad notes that flow, is it of the old,
unhappy, or about the far off things, is it about the
battles fought long ago or is it the humble things or a
familiar matter of the present, is it her natural sorrow,
the loss, the pain that she has had undergone or may be
again to face.
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The poet concludes the poem by saying whatever
be the theme of the song that had no end, the lady was
singing bending with the sickle in her hand at her work.
The poet in all praise for the song and the girl was
still and motionless as he listened to the song.

The poet heard the song no more as he climbed up
the hill but the poet’s heart was completely filled with
the music.
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CONCLUSION
The poems of William Wordsworth are so nature

bound that we forget ourselves and get lost in the
wonderful world of nature.
His poems have provoked me to understand the
nature in depth and I have started to pen a poem of mine
on nature.
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ENGLISH PROJECT 2023-2024

TOPIC – The nature poet –

2. Few selected poems of nature poet William Wordsworth

b. The World is too much with us

d. The Solitary Reaper

3. Summary of the poem “The Solitary Reaper”

The great poet William Wordsworth was born on 7th April

1770. He is considered as one of the greatest poets of English

Literature. He was inspired by nature and thus in most of his

poems he speaks and describes the beauty of nature.

He began his career in the year 1787 when he published his

sonnet in ‘The European Magazine’. He got his B.A. degree

from St. John’s College, Cambridge in 1791.

Poetry is a kind of language that says more and more

intensely than the ordinary language does. Wordsworth poems

style of the writer.

Some of his great works are The Solitary Reaper, Daffodils,

The Prelude, Tintern Abbey and The Stolen Boat. He is a

great poet of yester year who is spoken and cherished even by

the present generation. He will be remembered all time to

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 journal 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 dances with the daffodils.

THE WORLD IS TOO MUCH WITH US

The world is too much with us; late and soon,

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;

Little we see in nature that is ours;

We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!

This sea that bares her bosom to the moon;

The winds that will be howling at all hours,

And are up gathered now like sleeping flowers;

For this, for everything, we are out of tune;

It moves us not, Great God! I’d rather be

A pagan suckled in creed outworn;

So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,

Have sight of proteus rising from the sea;

Or hear old Triton blow wreathed horn.

My heart leaps up when I behold

A rainbow in the sky: