domenica 23 aprile 2017

Lines Written in Early Spring: William Wordsworth, the Romanticism in the English poetry and Rydal Mount.

Lines Written in Early Spring.

I heard a thousand blended notes, 
While in a grove I sate reclined, 
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts 
Bring sad thoughts to the mind. 

To her fair works did Nature link 
The human soul that through me ran; 
And much it grieved my heart to think 
What man has made of man. 

Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, 
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; 
And ’tis my faith that every flower 
Enjoys the air it breathes. 

The birds around me hopped and played, 
Their thoughts I cannot measure:— 
But the least motion which they made 
It seemed a thrill of pleasure. 

The budding twigs spread out their fan, 
To catch the breezy air; 
And I must think, do all I can, 
That there was pleasure there. 

If this belief from heaven be sent, 
If such be Nature’s holy plan, 
Have I not reason to lament 
What man has made of man?

William Wordsworth,  April 1798.

Along with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, William Wordsworth is considered in full-standing the poet who, at the end of the eighteenth century, introduced the Romantic movement in the English poetry scene consecrated by the LYRICAL BALLADS (1798) - at which worked they worked together in four poems, the luckiest of which by far is The Rime of the Ancient Mariner - because in his entire poetic production shows a particular sensitivity and affinity with the Nature, so much so that sometimes he's also defined as the initiator of the Naturalism, often with the Romantiscism superimposed and aligned , especially if we read the famous lines of his poetry I wandered Lonely as a Cloud, also known under the title Daffodils, which of the English Romance can be considered a sort of 'manifesto':

I wandered lonely as a cloud
that 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 shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company.
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth, April 10th, 1815

It is Dorothy, the poet's sister whose extraordinary sensitivity became a key point of mediation in his dialogue with the Nature, who describes the occasion that gave rise to his desire to write these verses:

« When we were in the woods beyond Gowbarrow Park we saw a few daffodils close to the water side, we fancied that the lake had floated the seed ashore & that the little colony had so sprung up – But as we went along there were more & yet more & at last under the boughs of the trees, we saw that there was a long belt of them along the shore, about the breadth of a country turnpike road. I never saw daffodils so beautiful they grew among the mossy stones about and about them, some rested their heads upon these stones as on a pillow for weariness & the rest tossed and reeled and danced & seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind that blew upon them over the Lake, they looked so gay ever dancing ever changing. This wind blew directly over the lake to them. There was here & there a little knot & a few stragglers a few yards higher up but they were so few as not to disturb the simplicity & unity & life of that one busy highway – We rested again & again » 1

The empathy for Nature which Wordsworth patently manifest to exist in his mind and the 'conversation' which he entertains with It introduces he to us as a man with a keener sensitivity than what is ordinary to have, with more enthusiasm and more feeling than it's usual, with a deeper knowledge of the human nature and a soul capable of greater understanding; everything leads us to suppose that if it had not become a poet, in all likelihood he would have become a landscape designer, it's enought to have a look at how he organized the green which he designed and realized in the residence at the time that he had already chosen for his family, composed by his wife Mary, three of their children, John, William and Dora - two had died just the year before: Catherine, aged three, for seizures, and Thomas, six, for measles - and his sister Dorothy: I'm talking about Rydal Mount,

a lovely house located in the Lake District, where he spent about half of his life, ie 37 years, until his death which came in 1850: rented in 1813 it became the place that rocked each verse of his since then and where, on the other hand, he gave the final form to the poem that made him famous, and which a few minutes ago we have read just above.

Here he gave life to an extraordinary Romantic garden which still preserves intact the original imprint that he would give it, leading him to dig by his own hand four long terraces and a series of natural pools, moving the stones to vary the sound. One of them became home to some goldfish that were donated to Dorothy in a glass jar and the gesture to render them the freedom inspired in him two poems, that's why when some visitors or guests arrived at Rydal Mount, when they were shown the house, the servant so expressed himself:

“This is my master’s library... but his study is out of doors.”2

In Wordsworth the transportation for the Nature is evident and tangible, and the frequentation of Coleridge introduced him to the Kantian naturalism leading him to sharpen his sensitivity for the Voice of Creation ... like a painter who with his easel sits and immerses himself in the green to transfer it to the canvas, Wordsworth created his own poems either verbally, dictating the verses aloud to his wife Mary or his beloved daughter Dora to transcribe them while walking in the garden, or with his own hands, creating scenarios that even today speak of him through the many flowering plants that he planted, including rhododendrons and laburnum, but being particularly fond of wild flowers he did not fail to plant primroses, wild geraniums, poppies, lichens, mosses and ferns which, with their leaves, overshadowed plants of clover and wild strawberries.

And could this enchanted universe be lacking of the daffodils, that are the spontaneous narcissus ?

Although they were not the flowers that he preferred, Wordsworth sown 1847 bulbs in a lawn to mark the year of the demise of his beloved daughter Dora who left this life at only 42 years since they were the flowers she loved so: since then they are naturalized and every April the carpet that they have created thickens increasingly:

‘When the sun streams across the lake from the fells it’s a magical sight.’3

In his Romantic, intimate and unique bond with the Nature, Wordsworth admires It as a Superior Entity, accessed through the Beauty which comes from the philosophical mind, since, even in Its mutate, It always remains equal to Itself, while the man, called to live his life, evolves, grows, suffers, thinks, often, more and more with the passing of the years to his immortality, and depresses himself discovering his frailty ... well, in Its great Benevolence the Nature becomes Protectress and almost Maternal, is able to make us understand and accept this limitation of our human existence, the Nature comforts us, welcomes us, can make us rejoice ... always ...

Then, sing, ye birds, sing, sing a joyous song!
          And let the young lambs bound
          As to the tabor’s sound!
     We, in thought, will join your throng, 
          Ye that pipe and ye that play, 
          Ye that through your hearts to-day 
          Feel the gladness of the May!
What though the radiance which was once so bright 
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
     Though nothing can bring back the hour 
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
          We will grieve not, rather find
          Strength in what remains behind;
          In the primal sympathy
          Which having been must ever be;
          In the soothing thoughts that spring
          Out of human suffering;
          In the faith that looks through death, 
In years that bring the philosophic mind.

And 0, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves,
Forebode not any severing of our loves!
Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might;
I only have relinquish’d one delight
To live beneath your more habitual sway;
I love the brooks which down their channels fret
Even more than when I tripp’d lightly as they;
The innocent brightness of a new-born day
               Is lovely yet;
The clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober colouring from an eye
That hath kept watch o’er man’s mortality; 
Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
   Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
   Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
   To me the meanest flower that blows can give
   Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

  From Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood, 1807

Thank you so much for having followed me up to here, 
my dear friends and loyal readers,
I'm leaving you with my warmest hug,

see you soon 💕


Stephen Gill, William Wordsworth: A Life, Oxford University Press, New Ed edition, 1990;

William Wordsworth, The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Thomas Hutchinson Editor, Oxford University Press, 1963;



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Versi scritti all'inizio della primavera

Sentii migliaia di note mischiate tra loro,
Mentre sedevo adagiato in un boschetto,
In quel dolce stato in cui i pensieri dilettevoli
Portano alla mente pensieri tristi.

Al suo giusto lavoro la natura ha collegato
L’animo umano che è corso lungo me;
E molto si è addolorato il mio cuore a pensare
Ciò che l’uomo ha fatto all’uomo.

Attraverso i ciuffi delle primule, in quel dolce luogo ombroso,
La pervinca ha strascicato la sua corona;
E così la mia fede che ogni fiore
Apprezzi l’aria che respira.

- fotografia 1

Gli uccelli intorno a me saltellavano e giocavano:
Non potevo misurare il loro pensieri,
Ma anche il minimo movimento che facevano,
Sembrava un trillio di piacere.

I ramoscelli in erba spargevano i loro ventagli,
Per catturare l’aria fresca;
E devo pensare, facendo tutto il possibile,
Che ci fosse piacere in questo luogo.

Se questa convinzione fu inviata dal paradiso,
Se tale è il sacro piano della Natura,
Non ho forse ragione di lamentarmi
Di ciò che l’uomo ha fatto dell’uomo?

William Wordsworth,  aprile 1798.

Insieme con Samuel Taylor ColeridgeWilliam Wordsworth è considerato a pieno titolo colui che alla fine del XVIII° secolo introdusse il movimento Romantico nel panorama poetico inglese consacrato dalle LYRICAL BALLADS (1798) - a cui lavorarono a quattro mani in quattro poesie, la più fortunata delle quali in assoluto rimane The Rime of the Ancient Mariner - poiché nell'intera sua produzione poetica manifesta una particolare sensibilità ed affinità con la Natura, tanto che talora lo si trova definito come iniziatore del Naturalismo in poesia, spesso con il Romanticismo sovrapposto ed allineato, soprattutto se si leggono i famosi versi della sua poesia I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud, conosciuta anche con il titolo Daffodils, che del Romanticismo Inglese può essere considerata una sorta di manifesto:

Vagavo solitario come una nuvola
che fluttua in alto sopra valli e colline,
quando all'improvviso scorsi una folla,
un mare, di narcisi dorati;
vicino al lago, sotto gli alberi,
tremolanti e danzanti nella brezza.

Intermittenti come stelle che brillano
e luccicano nella Via Lattea,
si estendevano in una linea infinita
lungo il margine della baia:
con uno sguardo ne vidi diecimila,
che scuotevano il capo danzando briosi.

Le onde accanto a loro danzavano; ma essi
superavano in gioia le luccicanti onde:
un poeta non poteva che esser felice,
in una tale compagnia gioiosa.
Osservavo - e osservavo - ma non pensavo
a quanto bene un tale spettacolo mi avesse donato:

poiché spesso, quando mi sdraio sul mio divano
in uno stato d'animo ozioso o pensieroso,
essi appaiono davanti a quell'occhio interiore
che è la beatitudine della solitudine;
e allora il mio cuore si riempie di piacere,
e danza con i narcisi.

E' Dorothy, la sorella del poeta la cui straordinaria sensibilità divenne elemento di mediazione essenziale nel suo dialogo con la Natura, che ci descrive l'occasione che fece sorgere in lui il desiderio di scrivere tali versi:

« Arrivati nei boschi oltre Gowbarrow Park, abbiamo visto qualche giunchiglia sulla riva del lago e abbiamo immaginato che la piccola colonia fosse nata dai semi che il lago aveva portato sulla spiaggia. Ma proseguendo ne abbiamo viste sempre di più e alla fine sotto i rami degli alberi ne abbiamo notato una lunga striscia, larga più o meno quanto una strada di campagna, che costeggiava la spiaggia. Non ho mai visto giunchiglie tanto belle: crescevano tra le pietre muscose e tutt'intorno, alcune appoggiavano le corolle sulle pietre come per riposare su di un cuscino, il resto si agitava, ondeggiava, danzava e sembrava ridere sotto il vento che soffiava dal lago. Sembravano così allegre, sempre mutevoli, sempre sfuggenti. Il vento soffiava dritto su di loro dal lago. Qua e là si notava un viluppo e più in alto qualche pollone, ma erano così rade che non disturbavano affatto la semplicità, l'armonia e la vitalità di quella strada movimentata. Ci siamo fermati spesso. » 1

- fotografia 2

L'empatia che Wordsworth manifesta esistere nel suo animo per la Natura ed il colloquio che con essa intrattiene ce lo presenta come un uomo realmente dotato di una più acuta sensibilità di quanto sia ordinario, di maggiore entusiasmo e più sentimento del comune, che ha una più profonda conoscenza della natura umana e un'animo capace di maggiore comprensione; tutto ciò ci fa supporre che se non fosse divenuto un poeta, con ogni probabilità egli sarebbe divenuto un landscape-designer, ossia un paesaggista, basta osservare l'allestimento del verde che disegnò e curò nella residenza che egli aveva al tempo già scelto per la propria famiglia, composta dalla moglie Mary, da tre dei loro figli, John, Dora e William - due erano deceduti proprio l'anno prima: Catherine, di tre anni, per convulsioni, e Thomas, di sei, per morbillo - e da sua sorella Dorothy: sto parlando di Rydal Mount, 

- fotografia 3 e fotografia 4 - Rydal Mount

una deliziosa dimora situata nella regione del Lake District, dove trascorse circa metà della propria vita, ossia 37 anni, fino alla sua morte che sopraggiunse nel 1850: affittata nel 1813 divenne il luogo che cullò da allora ogni suo verso e dove, tra l'altro, diede definitiva stesura alla poesia che più lo rese famoso e che abbiamo da poco letto sopra.

Qui egli diede vita ad uno straordinario giardino Romantico che conserva ancor oggi intatta l'originaria impronta che volle conferirgli, giungendo a scavare di propria mano quattro lunghi terrazzamenti ed una serie di piscine naturali, spostando le pietre per variare il suono dell'acqua. Una di esse divenne patria di alcuni pesci rossi che erano stati donati a Dorothy in un vaso di vetro ed il gesto di render loro la libertà ispirò in lui due poesie, ecco perché quando capitavano visitatori od ospiti cui veniva mostrata la casa, il domestico così si esprimeva: 

 “Questa è la biblioteca del mio padrone ... ma il suo studio è fuori casa.”2

- fotografia 5 e fotografia 6 - Finestra della biblioteca di Rydal Mount

In Wordsworth il trasporto per la Natura è palese e tangibile e la frequentazione di Coleridge che gli fece conoscere il naturalismo kantiano lo portò ad affinare la sua sensibilità per la Voce del Creato ... come un pittore che con il proprio cavalletto si siede e si immerge nel verde per trasferirlo sulla tela, Wordsworth creava le proprie poesie e verbalmente, dettando ad alta voce alla moglie Mary o all'amata figlia Dora i versi da trascrivere mentre passeggiava in giardino, o con le proprie mani, dando vita a scenari che ancor oggi ci parlano di lui attraverso le innumerevoli piante da fiore che impiantò, tra cui rododendri e maggiociondoli, ma essendo particolarmente affezionato ai fiori spontanei non mancò di piantare primule, gerani selvatici, papaveri, licheni, muschi e felci che con le proprie foglie facevano ombra a piante di trifoglio e a fragole di bosco.

- fotografia 6

- fotografia 7

- fotografia 8

E potevano in questo universo fatato mancare le giunchiglie, ossia i narcisi spontanei, i Daffodils ?
Anche se non erano i fiori che preferiva, Wordsworth interrò ben 1847 bulbi in un prato per ricordare l'anno della scomparsa dell'adorata figlia Dora che la morte strappò a questa vita a soli 42 anni e che le amava: da allora si sono del tutto naturalizzati ed ogni anno in aprile il tappeto che hanno creato si infoltisce sempre più: 

- fotografia 9 - Daffodils a Rydal Mount

‘Quando il sole s'insinua attraverso il lago dalle colline lo spettacolo di cui si può godere è davvero magico.3

E allora cantate uccelli,

Cantate una gioiosa canzone !

E lasciate saltare i giovani agnelli

Al suono del tamburello !

Noi col pensiero ci uniamo alla folla

Quei flauti e quei suoni

Che attraversino i vostri cuori oggi

Senti la felicità di Maggio !

Ciò che per radianza era così luminoso

Sia preso per sempre dal mio sguardo

In quanto niente può far arretrare

L’ora di splendore nell'erba

Di gloria nel fiore

Non siamo più addolorati,

Piuttosto troviamo forza in ciò che è rimasto indietro

Nella primaria simpatia che è dovuta essere

Ciò che fu mai più sarà

Nei pensieri calmanti

Che fioriscono dalle sofferenze umane

Nella fede che guarda oltre la morte

Negli anni che porta con sé la mente filosofica.

E le Fontane, i Prati, le Colline, e i Boschi

Presagiscono nessun cruccio nei nostri tanti amori !

Ancora nel mio cuore sento dei cuori la tua potenza

Ho solo lasciato un diletto,

Per vivere lontano dalla tua abituale influenza

Amo i ponti sotto i quali scorrono i ruscelli

Ancor di più quando viaggiavo leggero come loro

L’innocente lucentezza di un giorno appena nato

È ancora amabile

Le nuvole che si muovono attorno al sole che tramonta

Prendono un colore sobrio

Per un occhio che ha osservato la mortalità dell’uomo

Un’altra razza è stata,

Ed altri palmi hanno vinto,

Grazie al cuore umano con cui viviamo

Grazia alla sua tenerezza, le sue gioie, e paure

Per me il più significativo dei fiori che sboccia può dare

Pensieri che spesso giacciono troppo in profondità per le lacrime.

Da Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood, 1807

Vi ringrazio infinitamente per avermi seguita fino a qui, 
miei cari amici ed affezionati lettori, 
e vi lascio con un caloroso abbraccio, 
dandovi appuntamento 

a presto 💕

- fotografia 10


Stephen Gill, William Wordsworth: A Life, Oxford University Press, New Ed edition, 1990;

William Wordsworth, The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth, Thomas Hutchinson Editor, Oxford University Press, 1963;



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76 commenti:

  1. Hello Dany, lovely post on Wadsworth. His poems are beautiful. It is nice to see where he lived and learn more about his life. Thanks for sharing. Happy Sunday, enjoy your day and the week ahead!

    1. @ eileeninmd
      darling friend of mine, it's always such a delight to welcome you here and to read that you loved my post truly lift my spirits so, so high !

      Wishing you too a lovely and joyous day, today,
      I'm sending blessings on your days to come,
      thinking of you with so much love and thankfulness ♡❤♡

  2. Always a lovely post, dear Daniela, and today is no exception. Beautiful photos, too! I hope you had a great weekend! Hugs and love to you. :)

    1. @ Linda
      you're always so heartily welcome, Dearie, both with your graceful presence and your so kind words you never fail to put a smile on my face and make my heart sing, I'm so grateful to you for this !

      May your day be blessed with joy, Sweetie,
      I'm sending my dearest love across the many miles ♥¸¸.•*´¯`♥

  3. I have always loved that poem. Always. How wonderful to have this history along with the beautiful photos. I will never look at daffodils the same way again.
    All my Love to you Danny,

    1. @ Andrea
      precious friend of mine, your words are so beautiful, they touch me in the deep and fill my heart to overflowing, thank you !

      Thanking you once again from the bottom of my heart,
      I'm sending hugs, love, blessings and much, much more to you,
      my cherished lady ❥

  4. Love this post. These poems made me smile.

    Have a fabulous day my friend. ♥♥♥

    1. @ Sandee
      your amusement and appreciation are my deepset joy, I thank you most sincerely, dear friend !

      May the remainder of your Sunday be blessed with joy,
      sending hugs and love to you ⊰✽*✽⊱

  5. Mi hai riportato sui banchi di scuola quando studiai con passione i suoi splendidi versi. La casa in cui visse è di una bellezza straordinaria. Che vista favolosa da quell'incantevole finestra
    Bacioni Alessandra

    1. @ Alessandra
      ho letto con immenso piacere la gioia nelle tue parole, mia dolce, non immagini quanto si alimentino così le mie passioni e quanto di tutto ciò ti sia profondamente grata !

      Ti invio un fortissimo abbraccio colmo di calore, di entusiasmo e di stima, che ti accompagni per ciò che rimane di questa domenica di primavera, carissima amica mia dal cuore romantico ♡ஐ♡

  6. Olá Daniela:
    um post maravilhoso!!
    as fotos são belíssimas e parece um pedaço do céu !!!
    fico imaginando estar nestes lugares!!!
    parece um sonho de tão lindo.
    grande abraço.

    1. @ Eliane
      suas palavras me move, toca o meu coração, muito obrigada, doce amiga !

      ღ Feliz dia para você ღ

  7. Hello my darling friend!
    I loved this post so much. Just wonderful things.
    I hope you had a blessed Easter and I send you hugs across the ocean.

    1. @ annie
      I'm so delighted to welcome you, I've been missing your lovelyness and the sweetness of your heart, Dearie !

      Thanks most sincerely for your so nice and kind words, your appreciation fill my heart and make my day !

      Trusting you too enjoyed a lovely and blessed Easter,
      I'm sending hugs and ever much love to you
      with so, so much thankfulness ಌ•❤•ಌ

  8. this is very lovely but then i was always a fan of Wordsworth (Coleridge too) "the world is too much with us late and soon!" thank you for another wonderfully educational and informative posting! have a lovely week! xo

    1. @ Michele
      it is I who thank you from the bottom of my heart, lovable friend, you put my spirits so so high, be blessed !

      Sending my warmest hug across the many miles
      while wishing you the best of weeks ✿⊱╮

  9. In college we parsed and studied the poetry until it almost didn't make sense any more. It's nice to reread with your beautiful pictures and just enjoy it without "studying" it.

    1. @ messymimi
      here you're all free just to enjoy everything, and to read your amusement and appreciation for this makes me feel so glad, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, believe me !!!

      So overjoyed by having pleased you,
      I'm sending you hugs and more hugs,
      I hope they'll reach you despite the many miles •♥•*Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ*•♥•

  10. Cara Daniela che splendida dimora mi hai fatto conoscere,inoltre è persino visitabile ed è possibile prendere un tè magari dopo aver comprato un libro al book shop!Questa per me sarebbe una giornata perfetta.Un giorno riuscirò a visitare questa splendida regione e questo è un ottimo itinerario di viaggio.Grazie di cuore riesci sempre a stimolare la mia curiosità un bacio baby

    1. @ baby
      un immenso ringraziamento è quanto meriti in dono, mia cara, sei sempre così tanto generosa con me !
      Questa regione, una delle più belle dell'intera Inghilterra - sto parlando del Lake District - deve la sua fama anche e soprattutto a Beatrix Potter, quindi a pensa quante meraviglie può avere in serbo per te !

      Ti abbraccio forte come non mai per augurarti una splendida serata di primavera ed una settimana scoppiettante di gioia vera,
      grazie come sempre per il buonumore di cui sempre, sempre mi fai dono,
      la tua presenza è realmente molto importante per me,
      dolcissima amica mia ♥∗✿*✿∗♥

  11. A gorgeous home and gardens. Wordsworth had such an appreciation for creation. Lovely.

    1. @ A Joyful Cottage
      it's such a delight to welcome you here, Dearest One, and to read your words of amusement, well, it truly put me in such high spirits !!!
      Yes, Wordsworth had a so kind, graceful soul, only this kind of sensitiveness could dictate him such verses ...

      So very pleased by your precious presence here,
      i'm sending blessings of joy to you,
      with utmost gratitude, sweet Nancy ❥

  12. The open book on the window ledge is my favorite image. Thanks for participating in Blue Monday!

    1. @ Magical Mystrical Teacher
      it is I who wish to thank you, you're such a kind hostess, sweet friend !

      ⊰♥⊱ Have a most beautiful week to come ⊰♥⊱

  13. Daniela ~ always such beauty found in your post and photos ~ exquisite with a touch of the divine ~ merci ~

    Wishing you a Happy Week ~ ^_^

    1. @ carol
      your words are too beautiful to me, they touch my heart and move me ... I'm feeling speechless but so very glad for your appreciation, I thank you wholeheartedly, sweetest friend of mine !

      May your week to be blessed with gladness,
      sending my dearest love to you ♡❤♡

  14. Oh how lovely Danny. Such beautiful poems and images to take us along the poets imaginary journey.

    I am so glad I visited your lovely blog today. Food for a needy soul...

    Thank you for always sharing beauty and romance with all of us. The world would be a much better place if we stopped to take in all the beauty that surrounds us..

    I wish you a blessed week sweet friend.



    1. @ Janet
      and I'm always far happy to welcome you here, darling friend, you always grace my blog and I'm so grateful to you !

      Thanking you from the bottom of my heart - to have pleased you makes my day ! - I'm sending hugs and ever much love to you,
      thinking of you with sincere gratitude and esteem,
      my lovely lady ⊰✽*✽⊱

  15. Wonderful words and pictures... the picture of the daffodils and the sun's rays is spectacular! :)

    1. @ Gentle Joy
      I so appreciate your visit and your kind words fill my heart to overflowing, thank you sweet friend !

      May your week be as BEAUTY-ful as you,
      blessings are sent on your way ༺♡❀♡༻

  16. I have an old antique copy of Wordsworth. I can get lost in it for hours just sitting and reading the poetry. Beautiful post!

    1. @ The Charm of Home
      this is that kind of poetry which has no time, which can speak to everyone's soul even after centuries, since some feelings have no age ... and his was the poems of sentiments, that's sure !

      I heartily thank you for your appreciation,
      I'm so overjoyed after reading you loved this post of mine,
      dearest friend !

      May the Lord grant you a most glorious day, today,
      and may your days to come be filled with joy and wonder,
      with the most sincere gratitude ❥

  17. Poetry is not so close to my heart as paintings. I have only recently begun reading Finnish poets, so I know Wodsworth only by name. But The Nature was such a great inspiration for him - the dancing daffodils! - that it is to be admired. And Monet too who acquired hundreds of different plants & bulbs to his garden... And all these poets and artists left their great works for generations to come for admiration <3
    Sending you hugs & warm greetings Dany 💕

    1. @ riitta
      precious friend of mine, thank you for enriching my blog with your kindness and your culture !

      You're so right, Monet's garden is still stunning, all the most famous artist were first of all loving gardeners, the love for nature drives us towards the most beautiful sentiments which can be express only with a form of art !

      With the deepest gratitude,
      *♥* I'm sending my dearest love to you *♥*

  18. Your pictures of the 'hosts of daffodils' are so pretty Dany. My favorite flower too -- I did not know the sad story about his daughter. What a lovely tour of the home and reminders of the beautiful poetry of both writers.

    Happy Spring!

    1. @ Sallie
      your words of appreciation bless this evening of mine, Daerie, I thank you most sincerely, they mean so much to me !

      Hope you're enjoying a nice week so far,
      I'm sending blessings on your coming days,
      and with sincere thankfulness
      I'm wishing you too a most lovely Spring ღ❀ღ

  19. Beautiful post as always and I just love your photos Daniela... Many thanks for your sweet and kind words ... Wishing you a beautiful week

    1. @ Ros
      I thank you wholeheartedly for gracing my blog today, your words bless my heart and put a smile on my face, dearest friend of mine, blessed be !

      Sending you all my love
      for wishing you too beautiful and joyous days to come ♡❤♡

  20. Thank you Daniela for sharing William Wordsworths writings with us. A beautiful post. I always think of his poem when I see all the glorious daffodils in the Spring. His home looks wonderful.
    Have a gorgeous week :)x

    1. @ Prunella
      you're such a breath of fresh air, darling friend !

      Your so beautiful words of appreciation mean so much to me, I heartily thank you for stopping by and for commenting, Dearie, I'm so glad you enjoyed it !

      May your week too be blessed wityh joy,
      sending hugs and ever much love to you ♥∗✿~✿∗♥

  21. How beautiful!!! I too shared a poem about flowers, but mine was just silly and perfectly captures my struggles in the garden.
    Happy Spring!

    1. @ Leslie
      I've read your post on your so lovely blog and it isn't silly at all, indeed, I joined your followers !

      With sincere thankfulness,
      I'm sending hugs and more hugs to you,
      new friend of mine ಌ❀ಌ

  22. Oh my goodness, these words are truly so beautiful, Dany. And all of those flowers he planted for his daughter. Truly a labor of love.
    Thank you so much for such a beautiful post, sweet friend.
    Sending you hugs from across the ocean.

    1. @ Lisa
      my Lovely Lady, only a man gifted with a unique sensitiveness and rare sentiments could write such verses, believe me !

      With heartfelt gratitude
      I'm wishing you a most beautiful remainder of your week,
      you're such a faithful, cherished friend ⊰✽*✽⊱

  23. What a wonderful post! I am reading this on the most gorgeous of spring days, where the breeze is cooling, the air warm and the daffodils still in bloom. I know little of Wordsworth's life or poetry, although I did know the "Daffodil" poem. Hearing the story makes it all the more real. And that opening poem? Perfection. Thank you.

    1. @ Jeanie
      it is I who have to thank you Dearie, your comment fills my heart with the deepest joy ever, you truly bless my day !

      Wishing you a lovely weekend to come,
      I'm sending all my love to you,
      with sincere gratitude ❥

  24. It is just so amazing the feelings that can be stirred when viewing spring in all it's glory with the flowers blooming and everything coming alive once again, so sad to hear he had so many losses in his life, it is so hard to lose your parents but then to lose your children is even rougher.
    Hope you have been enjoying a beautiful spring!

    1. @ Conniecrafter
      thanks most sincerely for your so beautiful words, full of cheerfulness and love !

      Wishing you too a most enjoable Spring,
      filled with flowers and smiles ✿⊱╮

  25. incantevoli le note di wordsworth come le foto che corredano il tuo bellissimo post...
    ti auguro un buon fine settimana cara dany

    1. @ daniela
      mia dolce, grazie di cuore per le parole di apprezzamento, significano una tale gioia per me !

      Che il tuo weekend sia colmo di letizia e di serenità,
      ti invio un forte abbraccio colmo di gratitudine ಌ•❤•ಌ

  26. Dany, what a beautiful post. How I wish I'd visited there when I was in the Lake District!

    1. @ Jean
      precious friend of mine, what a pity you've missed this opportunity !
      Well, that's a good reason to come back, isn't it, the Lake District region is such a stunning place ...

      Sending blessing on your weekend to come
      wishing you much joy and peace,
      thank you for stopping by ༺♡❀♡༻

  27. I'm always struck by Wordsworth's melancholy. The music you chose for this post added so much!

    1. @ Michele Morin
      in the hope you've enjoyed this post of mine
      I'm sending hugs & love to you,
      may your weekend ahead be filled with many blessings,
      sweet friend •♥•**•♥•

  28. Risposte
    1. @ Amalia
      oh, I'm so grateful to you, to read that you loved it fills my heart with such a gladness, thanks most sincerely dearest friend of mine !

      May your weekend ahead be filled with smiles
      ✿•• thanks once again ••✿

  29. Cara Daniela, sono mancata qualche giorno!E' sempre un piacere in questa tua casa virtuale, avvolta dalla melodia!Un abbraccio e buon fine settimana!Rosetta

    1. @ Rosetta
      buongiorno mia cara e bentornata, mi sei mancata, lo ammetto, mi sono mancate la tua dolcezza e la tua serenità d'animo che tanto mi fanno bene al cuore ed abbelliscono il mio blog !

      Ti invio un abbraccio forte di gratitudine per augurarti una lieta giornata oggi ed una gioiosa domenica, grazie per avermi pensata,
      mia dolce ❥

  30. Lovely as always! Enjoy the weekend. Happy Pink Saturday!

    1. @ Sarah
      I'm so delighted by welcoming you today, darling friend, I thank you from the bottom of my heart for your kind visit and words !

      Wishing you too a pleasant weekend,
      filled with peace and love ~ ಌ❀ಌ

  31. Such a wonderful article and that last photo with the sun rays is just amazing

    1. @ Jeanne
      you're so heartily welcome, your words put me in such high spirits and make my heart sing, thanks most sincerely !

      May the end of your week be blessed with joy,
      with utmost gratitude ♥¸.•*´¨`*•.♥

  32. What a great found !!! Love your so romantic blog and your gorgeous photos.

    Send you my warmest greetings.


    1. @ Isabella
      I welcome you with such a big hug, I so love your words of appreciation, they truly bless my heart !!!

      I'm coming and visit you at once, I'm sure your blog is wonderful !

      Wishing you a most lovely end of your week
      with sincere thankfulness ❀≼♥≽❀

  33. Beautiful post. Wonderful Daffodils :)
    Have a great weekend!

    1. @ Villrose
      I thank you from the bottom of my heart, sweet friend, your so beautiful words put me in such high spirits and bless this evening of mine !

      Thinking of you and sending wishes for a peaceful and beauty-filled weekend,
      may the sun of joy always shine for you ♥∗✿∗♥

  34. Lovely poetry and insight into the works of William Wordsworth, my dear Dany. How sad that he lost his beloved children so young, but the heart-ache wove itself magically into his life's work. How wonderful that the daffodils still thrive in remembrance of his dear daughter, Dora. A wonderful post. Sending you hugs and blessings for your new week, dear Dany. xo Karen

    1. @ Karen
      thank you for gracing my blog today, dear dearest friend of mine, your bright smile and your words of appreciation truly make my day !

      Wishing you a joyous Sunday and new week ahead,
      with so, so much love ♡❤♡

  35. I enjoyed reading the poetry Woodsworth wrote, and seeing such beautiful pictures that you shared with the history. An amazing history lesson, thank you so much for the research and effort you put into your posts! Many hugs sent to you today :)

    1. @ Marilyn
      and such a lot of love is sent on your way, precious friend, I'm so grateful to you for being always so supportive, be blessed !

      May your Sunday be filled with gladness and peace,
      always thinking of you with utmost thankfulness ⊰✽*✽⊱

  36. Oh, what a glorious post, Dany filled with gorgeousness. LOVE all the photos, especially the one of the light filtering through the daffodils. I have loved reading about William Wordsworth; his life, his family, and re-visiting his poetry.

    1. @ Kim
      it's always such a delight to my heart to welcome you here, you always put me in such high spirits, thank you Dearie, your enjoyment and appreciation are a sweet music to my soul !

      Wishing you a lovely new week,
      I'm sending blessings of joy to you,
      may your days ahead be filled with smiles ಌ•❤•ಌ

  37. I've always loved Wordsworth and especially I Wandered Lonely As a Cloud! It was lovely learning about his life and seeing those beautiful daffodils. Your pictures are gorgeous! Thanks for sharing at Vintage Charm! xo Kathleen | Our Hopeful Home

    1. @ Kathleen
      my dear, thank you for gracing my blog today both with your lovely and precious presence here and with your words of appreciation, to have pleased you bless my day !

      Sending blessings of joy on your week,
      may it be filled with love and wonder,
      with the most sincere gratitude •♥•*Ƹ̴Ӂ̴Ʒ*•♥•

  38. Oh, sweet Dany, this is so absolutely beautiful. Your kindness shows through your fotos and words and poetry. Thank you so much for taking the time to link up and share at FFF. HOPE you have an awesomely blessed weekend, dear Lady.

    1. @ Debbie
      it is I who wish to thank you, Dearest friend, your link-up party is always such a pleasure to me and so it is the post you share every Friday, your photos are so precious and expressing all the gentleness of your soul !

      Sending blessings on your weekend too,
      may it be filled with joy and wonder,
      thanking you once again with my heart filled with so much gladness ❥