The Lucy Poems are a series of five poems written by William Wordsworth from 1798 to 1801, most of which were first published in his famous Lyrical Ballads. Imbued with abstract ideals of nature, beauty, love, longing and death, the poems were written during a short period when Wordsworth lived in Germany and concentrate on his longing for his friend Coleridge, as well as his irritation at his sister and travelling companion, Dorothy.
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- William Shuter, Portrait of William Wordsworth, 1798. The earliest known portrait of Wordsworth, painted in the year he wrote the first drafts of "The Lucy poems".
- To fully understand Wordsworth's haunting "Lucy" poems, we must explore them as they were meant to be read, in the context of "Lyrical Ballads."
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- In this article, we will delve into the world of Wordsworth’s Lucy Poems and explore their significance in the realm of English literature.
- Between 1798 and 1801, William Wordsworth wrote five ballads about an idealized young woman named Lucy.
- ‘Lucy poems’ refer to a group of five poems by William Wordsworth, most of which were written in Germany in the exceptionally cold winter of 1798-9.
- Poem Lucy Poems 1 by William Wordsworth : Strange fits of passion have I known: And I will dare to tell, But in the lover's ear alone, What once.
- The little sequence of Lucy poems—five short stanzaic poems on the mysterious Lucy figure—are exceptional in the works of Wordsworth.
- Thy mornings show’d, thy nights conceal’d, The bowers where Lucy play’d; And thine too is the last green field. That Lucy’s eyes survey’d.
- The Lucy Poems are a series of five poems written by William Wordsworth from 1798 to 1801, most of which were first published in his famous Lyrical Ballads.
- She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me!
