1. Name: Kunvarani Nidhi k
paper: The Romantic Literature
Topic : According to wordsworth ’s definition of poetry, how the five
elements of poetic process play a vital role in the creation of poetry?
S .t. d: M.A-(sem.2)
Roll.no:11
submitted to: Respected sir, Dr. Dilip Barad
Heenaba zala
&
Department Of English.
Maharaja krishnakumarsinhji Bhavsinhji University.
Bhavnagar
2. ‘Sensation’ is the first part of the creativity as
per the definition of wordsworth. Oxford
Dictionary defines the meaning of ‘sensation’ is
‘feeling resulting from something that happens
to or touches the body’. In short it means
person’s heart is full of emotions and feelings.
3. ‘Recollection’ means to remember.
Here, Recollection means which
experience is any writer or poet seen in
the past those experience remember
again means to rethink on those
experience that’s called recollection
4. Contemplation
It is the mingling of ‘sensation’ and
‘recollection’. As per the definition of
wordsworth-
“The spontaneous overflow of powerful
feelings, It is recollected in to
tranquility.”
-By william wordsworth
Means through their first and secondary
memory any writer or poet feel those
same experience again in their
spontaneous mood that is
contemplation.
6. Composition
Through this whole process of-
sensation
Recollection
contemplation
Recreation
Writer reach at the heart of
the reader that is called-
composition.
7.
8. Rainbow
Rainbow
W
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li
a
m
My heart leaps
W
o
r
d
s
up when I behold
w
o
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t
h
A rainbow in the T
h
e
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sky: So was it
a
i
n
b
o
when my life
w
began; So is it
now I am a man;
So be it when I
shall grow old, Or
let me die! The
Child is father of
the Man; I could
wish my days to
be Bound each to
each by natural
piety.
9. The Solitary Reaper
Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.
No Nightingale did ever chaunt
More welcome notes to weary bands
Of travelers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian sands:
A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard
In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides.
10. Will no one tell me what she sings?--
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again?
Whate‘ er the theme, the Maiden sang
As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o'er the sickle bending;--
I listened, motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill,
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.
