- The Daffodils
- I wandered lonely as a Cloud (Daffodils): Stanza 4 Summary
- I wandered lonely as a Cloud (Daffodils)
- by William Wordsworth
They slithered over the text, their small bodies and unfathomable collective id unconsciously examining every sentence, word, vowel sound and syllable. They probed deeply into the historical, biographical and geographical allusions, then they explored the inner meanings hidden within the metre and rhythm and juggled ingeniously with subtext, content and inflection.
After that they made up a few verses of their own and converted the result into binary. He studied the small book for several moments before twisting dials, setting switches and gently increasing the power, all the while muttering to himself and Polly:. He smiled happily as the last of the warning lights extinguished.
What was it you wanted me to do?
- I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud?
- William Wordsworth | Fleda Brown!
- William Wordsworth - The Daffodils;
If all goes well, as soon as I press this large green button the worms will open a door to the daffodils that William Wordsworth knew and loved. Mycroft pressed the large green button and there was a low hum from the book.
I wandered lonely as a Cloud (Daffodils): Stanza 4 Summary
Dust glistened in the beam of light, which gradually grew broader until it was large enough to enter. The high voltage was making the air heavy; metallic objects close by were starting to dance and crackle with static. Polly stepped closer to the door and smiled nervously at her husband.
The shimmering expanse of white light rippled as she put her hand up to touch it.
She took a deep breath and stepped through the portal. There was a bright flash and a burst of heavy electrical discharge; two small balls of highly charged gas plasma formed spontaneously near the machine and barrelled out in two directions; Mycroft had to duck as one sailed past him and burst harmlessly on the Rolls-Royce; the other exploded on the Olfactograph and started a small fire.
Just as quickly the light and sound died away, the doorway closed and the streetlights outside flickered up to full brightness again. Mycroft smiled happily and patted his pockets for his pipe until he realised with dismay that it too was inside Hesperus, so instead he sat down on the prototype of a sarcasm early-warning device and waited. Everything, so far, was working extremely well. On the other side of the Prose Portal, Polly stood on the grassy bank of a large lake where the water gently lapped against the shore.
I never saw daffodils so beautiful they grew among the mossy stones about and about them, some rested their heads upon these stones as on a pillow for weariness and the rest tossed and reeled and danced and seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind that blew upon them over the lake, they looked so gay ever dancing ever changing. Dorothy Wordsworth, The Grasmere Journal.
I wandered lonely as a Cloud (Daffodils)
Rather than make fun of this poem, I want to defend those who love it. Why is it so memorable? Four of them in each line is like walking along a road. You can feel the regular footsteps.
by William Wordsworth
Then, it floats, like daffodils. E is a higher sound than o. The milky way is like the edge of the bay. So at the same time, we have our eyes in the heavens and on the daffodils along the edge of the lake. As many daffodils as there are stars! And truly, we can feel the waving of the lines. I am particular grateful to our boy Bill for the word jocund jock-und here. The word itself laughs. He opens the poem up farther than that: So many good sounds here: They flash on my inward eye. Inward eye is a lot more expressive than the mind. I mean that it has dimension in it. When I hear the phrase, I see an actual eye for a second, then I translate that to inwardness.
The eye that sees inwardly instead of outwardly.