And now we reached the orchard-plot; And, as we climbed the hill, The sinking moon to Lucy's cot Came near, and nearer still. Suddenly, he is thrown into a dreamlike state, one where he reminisces about Lucy, but says that he still kept his eyes on the moon. Gillian Cameron A quick survey within my family reveals one more person who, like you, is familiar with the fact of the moon appearing to go down very fast when, on setting, it approaches the horizon. When she I loved looked every day Fresh as a rose in June, I to her cottage bent my way, Beneath an evening-moon. When she I looked day Fresh as a rose in June, I to her bent my way, Beneath an evening-moon. Commentary This direct, unadorned lyric is one of the most striking and effective of the many simple lyrics like it, written by Wordsworth in the mid to late 1790s and included in the first edition of Lyrical Ballads.
What fond and wayward thoughts will slide Into a Lover's head! And now we reached the orchard-plot, And, as we climbed the hill, The sinking moon to Lucy's cot Came near, and nearer still. But Wordsworth also cherished them as sources of true wisdom, next to which political reason is merely a dangerous counterfeit. With this stanza, the speaker begins to allow the readers to understand his relationship to this woman whom he loves. And now we reached the orchard-plot; And, as we climbed the hill, The sinking moon to Lucy's cot Came near, and nearer still. But the drama is mostly internal, and can be approached only through the poetry that was its product and record. He typified the romantic zest for life; he was a public and literary figure who was criticized for his forward behavior and liaisons with women.
Featuring the poetry of: Ross Balcom, Sylvia Cavanaugh, Richard Fenwick, Gene Hodge, John C. In his mind, then, Lucy and the moon have become juxtaposed. Posted on 2011-04-27 by a guest. When he returned to France, the next year, the hopeful scenes he witnessed led him to declare his allegiance to the Revolution and its principles. This tension between fantasy and reality is a key theme in the Lucy poems. He as if tells us a story.
These things suggest the state of mind of the narrator also. The University of Toronto Press, 1995. Upon the moon I fixed my eye, All over the wide lea; With quickening pace my horse drew nigh Those paths so dear to me. He longs to tell her of all that he feels. Wordsworth uses the form of the ballad very appropriately in the poem, giving it a very rhythmic attribution.
And now we reached the orchard-plot; And, as we climbed the hill, The sinking moon to Lucy's cot Came near, and nearer still. While others considered her to be mysterious woman of supreme beauty and innocence, who died a premature death. When she I loved looked every day Fresh as a rose in June, I to her cottage bent my way, Beneath an evening-moon. The scene depicts a wedding that hasn't taken place; the girl to be wedded is a virgin and therefore not a true bride. Stanza 3 Upon the moon I fixed my eye, All over the wide lea; 10 With quickening pace my horse drew nigh Those paths so dear to me. This loss of Lucy may be symbolic of some of the losses of his real life.
Continuing to build the anticipation, the speaker describes the scenery. When the moon suddenly drops, the poet snaps out of this trance and his thoughts drift towards death. A Lucy poem by William Wordsworth. In his great poems, Wordsworth does exactly that. The light of the moon, the ride, and the feeling of love is all coming together to make the speaker feel that he is living in a dream. He was searching for something that was in England all along. He reaches her orchard, and he and his horse climbed the hill as the moon began to sink.
Autoplay next video Strange fits of passion have I known: And I will dare to tell, But in the lover's ear alone, What once to me befell. He died in 1824 at 36. The appearance of the moon earlier in the poem and its association with the idealized love object suggest a dreamy, imaginary atmosphere. He uses apostrophe to speak to the frozen figures on the urn. And all the while my eye I kept On the descending moon. My horse moved on; hoof after hoof He raised, and never stopped: When down behind the cottage roof, At once, the bright moon dropped. We do not come to art for virtue, though we may come to it for wisdom.
Inspired by contemplation of the Elgin Marbles, sculptures from the Parthenon in Athens. It describes an urn with a wedding scene. The character Lucy is found in many of his poems. It plays up the differences between light and dark and was published in Hebrew melodic. In one of sweet I slept, Kind Nature's boon! Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, But to be young was very Heaven! If the reader obliges, then they can go with him on the journey he is about to relive.