Tuesday, December 31, 2002

It Was An April Morning: Fresh And Clear Comments

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It was an April morning: fresh and clear
The Rivulet, delighting in its strength,
Ran with a young man's speed; and yet the voice
Of waters which the winter had supplied
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William Wordsworth
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Alcyone Song 12 April 2019

Well then Mr Wordsworth, well then. I'm not blind to the symbolism here, and I doubt Emma was either. ;)

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Mehuli Ghosh Hazra 15 November 2017

Very interesting and lovely poem. I enjoy it a lot.

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Dorina Neculce 19 March 2016

The Stream, so ardent in its course before, Sent forth such sallies of glad sound, that all Which I till then had heard, appeared the voice Of common pleasure: beast and bird, the lamb, remarcabil

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Mohammed Nor Abdul Rahman 30 September 2015

....I love it....reminds me of my early days in Sabah College of Borneo...in the old British Empire....

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Seema Jayaraman 16 September 2015

Sent forth such sallies of glad sound, that all the power of words when they are strung together never ceases to amaze..

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Patricia Grantham 24 April 2015

A poem that is a classical Wadsworth in all of its grandeur. Nature is the main focal point of write. Yet there is a sense of peace that surrounds it. Great write.

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* Sunprincess * 28 June 2014

..............this is a place I wish to visit in the spring.....to see the shepherds and their dog, with their flocks of sheep.... and a mountain cottage with a little stream running nearby.....to breathe the fresh air on a warm day in april....and listen to stories under a sky of blue with big cumulus clouds floating by....oh this would be a dream....

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Brian Jani 13 May 2014

William, This is a good piece of poetry

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Paul Reed 10 February 2014

How Wordsworth captured the essence of Springtime! The spirit of enjoyment and desire, and hopes and wishes from all living things...

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Sagar Shelar 10 February 2012

Really heart's close poem.

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Carlos Echeverria 10 February 2012

Marvelous imagery: SOFTENED DOWN INTO A VERNAL TONE.

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Ranny Melvis 10 February 2012

this is a very interesting poem i really love the poem i will like to let the writer knows that he is a great man i wish to talk to him thanks

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Manonton Dalan 10 February 2012

i long for this scenery now that it is freezing cold in virginia. what a beautiful place to be... blooming spring.

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Manonton Dalan 10 February 2012

it's a beautiful spring to eyes of a poet...picturesque, marvelous

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Prince Obed de la Cruz 10 February 2010

William Wordsworth is really one of the best poets in the past!

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Emma Adamyan 10 February 2010

I must tell my intuition made me click on this poem and toward the end I got why. I`m proud to read my name between the lines of such a great poet. Loved the poem as I love April

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Kevin Straw 10 February 2010

Woolly romanticism. Give me a poet with a brain as well as a heart!

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Terence George Craddock 10 February 2010

Gives an entire new meaning to the traditional view of Wordsworth as a nature lover, all those negative ions from the water and vibrant nature exciting his brain cells and raising the sap. Wordsworth never married his French lover, the two timer, that bore him a daughter in France did he? An intriguing poem, dedicated to a woman and a place of meeting, that made a deep impression upon him. A self dedication to the young man that ran and his Emma that received him so willingly with an moralized love.

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Sadiqullah Khan 10 February 2010

This will be treated as a nonsense by the author of 'The Devil Wears Prada'. Wordsworth, had you been working in a modern bank, then how would you compose all this or an editor of Vogue with your office in Manhattan or firther more your house being drowned in the stream in torrential rain.

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Ramesh T A 10 February 2010

A joyfully flowing brook or stream passing through beautiful natural surroundings of green vegetation, sheep and shepherds and becoming falls and going on with a cottage on hill top Wordsworth surreys like Milton of L'allegro and Fancy of Keats to dedicate it to his Emma. It's a free flowing poem of his out put of joy in Nature that has no bound indeed making the readers also participate with him to enjoy vicarious pleasure I too have enjoyed very much!

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