Hyperbole
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
I wandered lonely as a cloudThat 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 shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but theyOut-did the sparkling waves in glee:A poet could not but be gay,In such a jocund company:I gazed—and gazed—but little thoughtWhat wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.
I chose this picture to represent the poem because the author talks about the fields of daffodils and the happiness that their beauty brings.
William Wordsworth
William Wordsworth was Born in Cockermouth, Cumberland, England, on April 7, 1770, William Wordsworth is known for writing Lyrical Ballads (1798) with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, considered by many to have launched the English Romantic movement. Wordsworth's literary credits also include "Tintern Abbey," and his poetry is perhaps most original in its vision of the relation between man and the natural world—a vision that culminated in the metaphor of nature as emblematic of the mind of God. Wordsworth died in Rydal Mount, Westmorland, England, on April 23, 1850.
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