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1、Worksheet for Unit 9 The Romantic Period II. Key Concepts1. Romanticism (p.164-169)2. Lake Poets and the Satanic School (p.168)3. Wordsworths theories on poetry (p.171-172)III. Important Writers1. William Wordsworth and “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” and “Lines Composed a Few Miles Above the Tintern
2、 Abbey” (p.173-175) 2. Samuel Taylor Coleridge and “Kubla Khan” and “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner” (p.179-187)III. Reading Materials:1. “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud”by William Wordsworth5I WANDERED lonely as a cloudThat floats on high oer vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of
3、 golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.The waves besid
4、e them danced; but theyOut-did the sparkling waves in glee:A poet could not but be gay,In such a jocund company:I gazed-and gazed-but little thoughtWhat wealth the show to me had brought:For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of
5、 solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.我独自徘徊，犹如一片孤云高高飘拂于青山翠峡忽见一丛丛一簇簇金灿灿的水仙在碧水畔，在绿树下迎风起舞，轻盈潇洒。似繁星点点花影在天河时隐时现沿一波绿湾亭亭玉立，百里绵延啊，我蓦然瞥见这万千水仙，昂首起舞，欢快无边。四周，水波潋滟怎比这水仙舞步翩跹有此友人相伴诗人怎能不神采飞扬我凝视，再凝视，却无法估量这美景赋予我怎样的宝藏。每当我倚榻卧躺有时冥想，有时惆怅那水仙便在我心头闪亮孤寂时它使我神往我顿觉心情激荡欣然起舞，与水仙同欢畅。2. From
6、“Tintern Abbey”by William WordsworthFIVE years have past; five summers, with the lengthOf five long winters! and again I hearThese waters, rolling from their mountain-springsWith a soft inland murmur. - Once againDo I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,That on a wild secluded scene impressThoughts
7、of more deep seclusion; and connectThe landscape with the quiet of the sky.The day is come when I again reposeHere, under this dark sycamore, and viewThese plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts,Which at this season, with their unripe fruits,Are clad in one green hue, and lose themselvesMid gr
8、oves and copses. Once again I seeThese hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little linesOf sportive wood run wild: these pastoral farms,Green to the very door; and wreaths of smokeSent up, in silence, from among the trees!With some uncertain notice, as might seemOf vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods,
9、Or of some Hermits cave, where by his fireThe Hermit sits alone.These beauteous forms,Through a long absence, have not been to meAs is a landscape to a blind mans eye:But oft, in lonely rooms, and mid the dinOf towns and cities, I have owed to themIn hours of weariness, sensations sweet,Felt in the
10、blood, and felt along the heart;And passing even into my purer mind,With tranquil restoration: - feelings tooOf unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps,As have no slight or trivial influenceOn that best portion of a good mans life,His little, nameless, unremembered, actsOf kindness and of love. Nor les
11、s, I trust,To them I may have owed another gift,Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood,In which the burthen of the mystery,In which the heavy and the weary weightOf all this unintelligible world,Is lightened: - that serene and blessed mood,In which the affections gently lead us on, -Until, the br
12、eath of this corporeal frameAnd even the motion of our human bloodAlmost suspended, we are laid asleepIn body, and become a living soul:While with an eye made quiet by the powerOf harmony, and the deep power of joy,We see into the life of things.If thisBe but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oft -In dark
13、ness and amid the many shapesOf joyless daylight; when the fretful stirUnprofitable, and the fever of the world,Have hung upon the beatings of my heart -How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee,O sylvan Wye! thou wanderer thro the woods,How often has my spirit turned to thee!And now, with gleams of
14、 half-extinguished thought,With many recognitions dim and faint,And somewhat of a sad perplexity,The picture of the mind revives again:While here I stand, not only with the senseOf present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughtsThat in this moment there is life and foodFor future years. And so I dare t
15、o hope,Though changed, no doubt, from what I was when firstI came among these hills; when like a roeI bounded oer the mountains, by the sidesOf the deep rivers, and the lonely streams,Wherever nature led: more like a manFlying from something that he dreads, than oneWho sought the thing he loved. For nature then(The coarser pleasures of my boyish days,And their glad animal movements all gone by)To me was all in
