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1. Love for the Physical Appearance of Nature:
Wordsworth expressed his love for the outer-appearance of nature, like colours, beauty, form, etc. This can be seen in the concluding poem of the first edition of the Lyrical Ballads, Tintern Abbey, where the poet draws a sketch of how the physical natural beauty successfully mesmerizes him.
2. Admiration and Affection Towards the Peacefulness of Nature:
It can be rightly deduced from various works of William Wordsworth that he admired the peace and tranquillity he found in nature. Moreover, in some of his poems, Wordsworth indicated how dearly he yearned for the peace he found in observing nature. For instance, in his one of the most works, Daffodils, also known as I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud, peace has been warmly depicted
“The waves beside them danced, but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not be but 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.”
3. Considered Nature as a Living Soul:
William Wordsworth is well-known to be a nature worshipper. Throughout his works, it is clearly evident that Wordsworth believed nature is a living soul, and is present in every atom of the tangible universe, like the mountains, forests, rivers, sky, human being, and animals. In Tintern Abbey, he expresses the power nature possesses to overcome the evil of a superficial “dreary intercourse of life”, an expression attributed to the city life, and in this case, London. In his masterpiece, The Prelude, which also happens to be a biographical depiction of Wordsworth’s own life, he expresses his faith in the soul of the universe, which is nothing but the soul of the earth.⁵
“Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star,Hath had elsewhere its setting,And cometh from afar:Not in entire forgetfulness,And not in utter nakedness,But trailing clouds of glory do we comeFrom God, who is our home:Heaven lies about us in our infancy!”(from “Ode of Intimations of Immortality” by William Wordsworth)