Reviews for I wander'd lonely as a cloud

The average rating for I wander'd lonely as a cloud based on 2 reviews is 3.5 stars.

Review # 1 was written on 2018-12-03 00:00:00 Zezinho Welter The best of the collection in my opinion is Robert Southeys The cataract of Lodore. It tells of Lodore Falls and every word evokes images of this waterfall in exquisite motion. There is of course Wordsworths I wandered lonely as a cloud a poem I still know by heart from my childhood. Coleridge is also here but not his epic poems such as Kubla Khan or The Rime of the ancient mariner, also Thomas de Quincey who's writing is more essay than poetry. All in all a decent representation of the English romantic movement in poetry and for the Southey poem alone it is a 4* from me. The Cataract of Lodore BY ROBERT SOUTHEY "How does the water  Come down at Lodore?"  My little boy asked me  Thus, once on a time;  And moreover he tasked me  To tell him in rhyme.  Anon, at the word,  There first came one daughter,  And then came another,  To second and third  The request of their brother,  And to hear how the water  Comes down at Lodore,  With its rush and its roar,  As many a time  They had seen it before.  So I told them in rhyme,  For of rhymes I had store;  And 'twas in my vocation  For their recreation  That so I should sing;  Because I was Laureate  To them and the King.    From its sources which well  In the tarn on the fell;  From its fountains  In the mountains,  Its rills and its gills;  Through moss and through brake,  It runs and it creeps  For a while, till it sleeps  In its own little lake.  And thence at departing,  Awakening and starting,  It runs through the reeds,  And away it proceeds,  Through meadow and glade,  In sun and in shade,  And through the wood-shelter,  Among crags in its flurry,  Helter-skelter,  Hurry-skurry.  Here it comes sparkling,  And there it lies darkling;  Now smoking and frothing  Its tumult and wrath in,  Till, in this rapid race  On which it is bent,  It reaches the place  Of its steep descent.    The cataract strong  Then plunges along,  Striking and raging    As if a war raging  Its caverns and rocks among;  Rising and leaping,  Sinking and creeping,  Swelling and sweeping,  Showering and springing,  Flying and flinging,  Writhing and ringing,  Eddying and whisking,  Spouting and frisking,  Turning and twisting,  Around and around  With endless rebound:  Smiting and fighting,  A sight to delight in;  Confounding, astounding,  Dizzying and deafening the ear with its sound.    Collecting, projecting,  Receding and speeding,  And shocking and rocking,  And darting and parting,  And threading and spreading,  And whizzing and hissing,  And dripping and skipping,  And hitting and splitting,  And shining and twining,  And rattling and battling,  And shaking and quaking,  And pouring and roaring,  And waving and raving,  And tossing and crossing,  And flowing and going,  And running and stunning,  And foaming and roaming,  And dinning and spinning,  And dropping and hopping,  And working and jerking,  And guggling and struggling,  And heaving and cleaving,  And moaning and groaning;    And glittering and frittering,  And gathering and feathering,  And whitening and brightening,  And quivering and shivering,  And hurrying and skurrying,  And thundering and floundering;    Dividing and gliding and sliding,  And falling and brawling and sprawling,  And driving and riving and striving,  And sprinkling and twinkling and wrinkling,  And sounding and bounding and rounding,  And bubbling and troubling and doubling,  And grumbling and rumbling and tumbling,  And clattering and battering and shattering;    Retreating and beating and meeting and sheeting,  Delaying and straying and playing and spraying,  Advancing and prancing and glancing and dancing,  Recoiling, turmoiling and toiling and boiling,  And gleaming and streaming and steaming and beaming,  And rushing and flushing and brushing and gushing,  And flapping and rapping and clapping and slapping,  And curling and whirling and purling and twirling,  And thumping and plumping and bumping and jumping,  And dashing and flashing and splashing and clashing;  And so never ending, but always descending,  Sounds and motions for ever and ever are blending  All at once and all o'er, with a mighty uproar, -  And this way the water comes down at Lodore. Robert Southey

Review # 2 was written on 2015-08-02 00:00:00 Nick Castruita This text book receives a rather high rating from me because I honestly feel that it is readable. I found myself internalizing content easier through this. The flow is rather easy to follow as well. Foresee myself needing a quick pick-me-up in future, if I decide to specialize in the area. Definitely not as scary-looking as other textbooks for university reads!