An evil man That was, and made an evil choice, if he Were false to us; and, if he were not false, There are ten thousand to whom loss like this Had been no sorrow. When day was gone And from their occupations out of doors The Son and Father were come home, even then, Their labour did not cease; unless when all Turned to the cleanly supper-board, and there, Each with a mess of pottage and skimmed milk, 0 Sat round the basket piled with oaten cakes, And their plain home-made cheese. However, Wordsmith does not want the reader to stop here. In this long poem, the speaker moves from idea to idea through digressions and distractions that mimic the natural progression of thought within the mind. Therefore, although it be a history Homely and rude, I will relate the same For the delight of a few natural hearts; And, with yet fonder feeling, for the sake Of youthful Poets, who among these hills Will be my second self when I am gone. Using contrast between words also evokes emotion, such as 'thunder' to describe the rowdy sea.
Long before the time Of which I speak, the Shepherd had been bound In surety for his brother's son, a man Of an industrious life, and ample means; But unforeseen misfortunes suddenly Had prest upon him; and old Michael now Was summoned to discharge the forfeiture, A grievous penalty, but little less Than half his substance. The Housewife for five days Was restless morn and night, and all day long Wrought on with her best fingers to prepare. Far more than we have lost is left us yet. Michael has a deep love for his fields, rocks, stones and nature. Thus living on through such a length of years, The Shepherd, if he loved himself, must needs Have loved his Helpmate; but to Michael's heart This son of his old age was yet more dear-- Less from instinctive tenderness, the same Fond spirit that blindly works in the blood of all-- Than that a child, more than all other gifts That earth can offer to declining man, Brings hope with it, and forward-looking thoughts, And stirrings of inquietude, when they By tendency of nature needs must fail. Of years he has upon his back, No doubt, a burthen weighty: He says he is three score and ten, But others say he's eighty. But we were playmates, Luke: among these hills, As well thou knowest, in us the old and young Have played together, nor with me didst thou Lack any pleasure which a boy can know.
And his tragedy is worth writing about, even though it's not on the scale of Macbeth or similar literature, it is sad and important enough to be written about. Posted on 2012-05-15 by a guest. He is a prosperous man, Thriving in trade--and Luke to him shall go, And with his kinsman's help and his own thrift He quickly will repair this loss, and then He may return to us. It is interesting that Wordsworth does not confine the concepts of letter and spirit to a reading of biblical and secular texts per se, but applies them as well to a reading of Nature Pr. This light was famous in its neighbourhood, And was a public symbol of the life That thrifty Pair had lived. Our lot is a hard lot; the sun himself Has scarcely been more diligent than I; And I have lived to be a fool at last To my own family.
Beside the brook Appears a straggling heap of unhewn stones! The Power of the Human Mind Wordsworth praised the power of the human mind. An evil man That was, and made an evil choice, if he Were false to us; and if he were not false, There are ten thousand to whom loss like this Had been no sorrow. Nay, Boy, be of good hope;--we both may live To see a better day. Time and the world move forward, forgiveness is a commandment that we must learn to apply to everyone, even ourselves. His days had not been passed in singleness.
Things needful for the journey of her Son. This theme is introduced through the form of the sea. His days had not been passed in singleness. The last few stanzas of the poem from lines 476- to 480, Wordsworth describes the Sheep-fold that both Michael and Luke worked on. The poem produced by this time-consuming process will allow the poet to convey the essence of his emotional memory to his readers and will permit the readers to remember similar emotional experiences of their own. Both of them sleep together; here they lived, As all their Forefathers had done; and when At length their time was come, they were not loth To give their bodies to the family mould. Isabella dies only three years later than him and their estate is sold to a stranger.
Then Michael from a winter coppice cut With his own hand a sapling, which he hoop'd With iron, making it throughout in all Due requisites a perfect Shepherd's Staff, And gave it to the Boy. But Isabel was glad when Sunday came To stop her in her work: for, when she lay By Michaels side, she through the last two nights Heard him, how he was troubled in his sleep: And when they rose at morning she could see That all his hopes were gone. He has no son, he has no child, His wife, an aged woman , Lives with him, near the waterfall, Upon the village common. He can understand the meanings of the winds. Ten times or more The letter was read over; Isabel Went forth to show it to the neighbours round; Nor was there at that time on English land A prouder heart than Luke's. No habitation can be seen; but they Who journey thither find themselves alone With a few sheep, with rocks and stones, and kites That overhead are sailing in the sky. Meantime Luke began To slacken in his duty; and, at length, He in the dissolute city gave himself To evil courses: ignominy and shame Fell on him, so that he was driven at last To seek a hiding-place beyond the seas.
This sonnet, in my view, is very effective; it succeeds to portray a beautiful evening, with the red musty light reflecting off the shimmering cold sea. When day was gone, And from their occupations out of doors The Son and Father were come home, even then, Their labour did not cease; unless when all Turned to the cleanly supper-board, and there, Each with a mess of pottage and skimmed milk, Sat round the basket piled with oaten cakes, And their plain home-made cheese. It is the concluding poem of Lyrical Ballads. There is a comfort in the strength of love; 'Twill make a thing endurable, which else Would overset the brain, or break the heart: I have conversed with more than one who well Remember the old Man, and what he was Years after he had heard this heavy news. Therefore, although it be a history Homely and rude, I will relate the same For the delight of a few natural hearts; And, with yet fonder feeling, for the sake Of youthful Poets, who among these hills Will be my second self when I am gone. That evening her best fare Did she bring forth, and all together sat Like happy people round a Christmas fire.
At the sight The old Mans grief broke from him; to his heart He pressed his Son, he kissed him and wept; And to the house together they returned. Certainly, Luke represents the new and Michael the old, but they are more like pawns in the ceaseless cycle of progression. We observe that Wordsworth is dealing with rural man with rural occupation. In saying she was a woman of stirring life and so on, you get a sense of what her disposition is like, making it easier for the reader to imagine this woman. An evil man That was, and made an evil choice, if he Were false to us; and if he were not false, There are ten thousand to whom loss like this Had been no sorrow. It is in truth an utter solitude; Nor should I have made mention of this Dell But for one object which you might pass by, Might see and notice not. This unlooked-for claim At the first hearing, for a moment took More hope out of his life than he supposed That any old man ever could have lost.
Michael and Isabel have lived on land he inherited for many years. When I began, my purpose was to speak Of remedies and of a cheerful hope. An evil man That was, and made an evil choice, if he Were false to us; and if he were not false, There are ten thousand to whom loss like this Had been no sorrow. At eighty-four I still am strong and hale;do thou thy part; I will do mine. His Helpmate was a comely matron, old-- Though younger than himself full twenty years. Fields, where with cheerful spirits he had breathed The common air; hills, which with vigorous step He had so often climbed; which had impressed So many incidents upon his mind Of hardship, skill or courage, joy or fear; Which, like a book, preserved the memory Of the dumb animals, whom he had saved, Had fed or sheltered, linking to such acts The certainty of honourable gain; Those fields, those hills—what could they less? At eighty-four I still am strong and hale;--do thou thy part; I will do mine. Why is Wordsworth using or calling to mind this form? The city, which is far from nature, corrupts Luke.
Michael lost half his land when he used it as a surety for a nephew who had met with financial misfortune. Michael tried to mast his pain and grief from losing his son, Luke. The rhyme, in my judgment, is not effective, it doesn't satisfy any particular job, and other than creating a slight sense of harmony, it doesn't contribute to the final product. If here he stay, What can be done? While in this sort the simple household lived From day to day, to Michael's ear there came Distressful tidings. I will relate to thee some little part Of our two histories; twill do thee good When thou art from me, even if I should touch On things thou canst not know of.