Know All About All Time Famous William Wordsworth

Who can forget the beautiful words of his evergreen poems? Whether it be The Prelude or To my Sister, each of his poems leave an everlasting impression on readers. Yes, he was the man of words and often played with them beautifully-William Wordsworth is the poet we are talking about. Although he requires not much introduction, it is relevant to share it right here.

William Wordsworth was among the most famous poets in the 19th century. Belonged to England, Wordsworth's life has so many interested features to be shared here.

His Personal Life

Wordsworth was born in the Lake District of northwestern England on April 7, 1770 and died on April 23, 1850. Though he was orphaned at early age, he managed to complete his studies from Saint John's College, University of Cambridge. He married Mary Hutchinson in 1802 and had five children.

His Hidden Love

While Wordsworth was on his tour to Revolutionary France in November 1791 and joined Republican movement, he fell deeply in love with a charming French woman, a French woman, Annette Vallon, who gave birth to his child the very next year. However, as Wordsworth was short of money and there was huge tension between Britishers and French people, he has to leave the place alone the next year. But he never stayed back from his responsibility towards Annette and the child and did all he could for them throughout his life. Even after getting married to his childhood friend, Mary; he was never flipped from his duties towards these two people.

His Unmatchable Talent

Wordsworth was a pioneer of Romanticism with introduction of creative and unique novel poetic theories and practices.

Although the list of his popular works is endless, we mention some of his evergreen works here:

· The Excursion in 1814

· Ecclesiastical Sketches in 1822

· The Prelude in 1850

Did You Know About All this?

· Wordsworth suffered from a diseases called anosmia where a person losing his ability to smell.

· Although Wordsworth initiated writing when he was in school, no single work of his was published till 1793.

· He could feel the popularity and fame of his most famous work "The Prelude" in his life. It was actually published after his death.

Finally, we close this Man's commendable story by saying his famous quote, "Nature never did betray the heart that loved her." Truly, the essence of Wordsworth could still be felt in nature.

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Poems About Faith

OUR LOVE

Our love is pure
Beyond our human horizon
And outside of time.
Our being becomes profound
And instantly expanded in the blissful infinite.
We begin to feel the deification of our souls
Because The Lord is infinite love.
We are a part of Him
Because we are His creation.
He is a part of us
Because the Holy Spirit is
A part of our mind and our spirit.
He gives us the gift of freedom.
We give Him our freedom.
It is the only way to complement Him.
We give Him our indelibly unique beliefs
And we extrapolate this awareness to our souls
We extrapolate our souls to the universe
And we extrapolate the universe to Him.
Our love becomes
A resurgence of self-esteem, a self-resurgence.

PROPHECY

Don't lose your own hope at sixty.
You'll reach your next nice destiny.
One thing you'll never really know,
How it could be with me in a real show.

Don't bother to make a future plan,
To change what is already done.
It's nothing to lose and I can explain,
That you will be so tired working in vain.

Maybe I know you from another life,
But I wanted to be another man's wife.
Why I did this and how it could be,
I know 'cause I met my own prophecy.

Don't lose your hope; you'll be happy some day.
The world is yours and you have nothing to pay.
If you get crazy, when I'm talking about love,
Maybe is something coming to you from above.

But don't be sad 'cause you can get everything
In this world of yours, except on little thing,
But you need a heart and to be good to get it.
It's too much to pay, so better forget it.

So don't lose your hope at your own sixty.
It's time to reach your next alive destiny.
One thing you'll certainly never know,
How it could be with me in your real show.

OUR THRILL

Like two angels flying
And touching each other
With their trembling
Wings.

OUT OF SPACE AND TIME

When God is seemingly nowhere,
He is certainly deep within ourselves.
We search Him at that core of the core,
Out of space and time,
Where darkness and coldness cannot be
Delved into the past
We search ourselves in our wintry wretchedness.
Pure consciousness is God
In all things,
But only the human beings are conscious of
His presence,
Being with Him.
It's absolutely no way to explain why
This frozen unconsciousness of the clay
Can rise to an enlightened consciousness.
Sometimes we are sharp rocks,
Having the consciousness of a stone,
Which is so formless, inchoate and
Sometimes empty,
Waiting His flood in early spring
For washing our sinful being,
Waiting the light,
Which speeds without mass
In non-existing space and time
For lightening our inner soul of nature

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Poems About Self

SEARCHING THE TRUTH

Nothingness of negation or
Negation of nothingness....
In self, we are the negation of nothingness,
But we allow the nothingness for self.
We allow the nothingness of consciousness
As a perpetual flight of the being.
We exist in self and we exist for self,
In a cartesian duality,
In a latin con-cretum,
When the certain being surpasses that being toward nothingness.
If Jesus did not exist,
the Christians would not be existent,
But Christians are existent.
No one can deny Jesus,as Son of the God,
And say that He is non-existent, at the same time,
As Son of The God,
Because no one can deny something that
Is non-existent,
As no one can deny the real essence of the existent.
The non-existent things are part of the reality.
He is existent in the Christian's mind.
He is non-existent in other's mind.
He is in idea.
There are too many wars for this idea..
Negation of nothingness
Lead to nothingness of negation,
In a double negation.
Jesus is necessary for salvation,
Jesus is essential for salvation.
We need to be sanctified,
We need to be better than we are.
Without the assertion of existence,
The negation cannot destroy it.
We have a metaphysical necessity,
While God has His necessity of Himself.
And what would be the purity of intention
And the truth
Without this?
The denial of noes, which means fertilization, at Hegel,
The absolute duty to tell the truth, at Kant...
The human lie at Schopenhauer.
The existence and the non-existence,
Seemingly, an irreconcilable antithesis....

SHOOTING STARS LIKE A RAIN

You passed me the same way
As the comet passed the earth,
Without touching it,
But leaving behind
A rain of false stars,
All of them being
Shooting stars....
I would like to meet you,
I would like
To be able to touch you,
But everything inside could become
Extremely painfully to us.
I prefer my solitude,
Elliptical as a rock,
Which is forgotten on the beach of an ordinary sea,
Which is increasingly deformed by the waves.
I prefer that solitude,
Which is increasingly misapprehended
By the people around the world.
Day by day, I become a stranger to myself....
I enter the timeless realm of change,
Leaving behind only memories
And a final wave, a little more tunefully....

SEEMINGLY ENDLESS

As the stars are shining at night
So it shines in my eyes the tear.
In silence, I can hold you tight
And I can feel our love, my dear.

When the stars touch the light of sun,
While they sparkle in the night,
I lay in my bed like a nun.
I feel my sadness and His sight.

I wait everything you give me,
I feel your deep thrill,when it rains,
You make me what I want to be,
A part of you, without deep pains.

As yellow stars are so endless,
The body is ephemerally.
While our feelings are timeless,
Our happiness is divinely.

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