Appreciation for the poem lines written in early spring by william wordsworth i heard a thousand blended notes,while in a grove i sate reclined,in that sweet mood when pleasant thoughtsbring sad thoughts to the mind.to her fair works did nature linkthe human soul that through me ran;and much it grieved my heart to thinkwhat man has made of man.through primrose tufts, in that sweet bower,the periwinkle trailed its wreaths;and 'tis my faith that every flowerenjoys the air it breathes.the birds around me hopped and played:their thoughts i cannot measure,but the least motion which they made,it seemed a thrill of pleasure.the budding twigs spread out their fan,to catch the breezy air;and i must think, do all i can,that there was pleasure there.if this belief from heaven be sent,if such be nature's holy plan,have i not reason to lamentwhat man has made of man?
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A Short Analysis of William Wordsworth’s ‘Lines Written in Early Spring’
Dr Oliver Tearle summarises Wordsworth’s lesser-known Romantic poem about spring
‘Lines Written in Early Spring’ was written in April 1798, the year that William Wordsworth and his friend Samuel Taylor Coleridge signalled their arrival on the literary scene with their ground-breaking collection of Romantic poems, Lyrical Ballads. In some ways ‘Lines Written in Early Spring’ can be seen as the precursor to Wordsworth’s more famous ‘Lines’ poem, ‘Lines Written a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey’.
Lines Written in Early Spring
I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.
Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And ’tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.
The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:—
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.
The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.
If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature’s holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?
‘Lines Written in Early Spring’ is written in quatrains rhyming abab; the metre is iambic tetrameter. And the poem should be read in the context of Wordsworth’s other poems from this time.
I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
In summary, Wordsworth sits in a small woodland grove and listens to the birdsong around him.
To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man.
But although happy thoughts are prompted by the birdsong, so are more sombre ones: nature has forged a strong connection between itself and the soul of mankind, but man has repaid the favour by making a mess of his relations with his fellow man.
Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And ’tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.
Wordsworth admires the flowers – the primrose, the blue of the periwinkle, the greenness of the woodland area in which he sits – and the birds which ‘hopped and played’ around him.
The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:—
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.
The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.
The birds, and the twigs on the trees, seem to exist in a world of pleasure – at least, Wordsworth decides he must tell himself that this is so. This is the way nature is, and nature, in being the work of God, is like this for a reason.
If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature’s holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?
Wordsworth ends by reasserting his lament about ‘what man has made of man’.
The world of nature, in Wordsworth’s poem, is depicted as cooperative and pleasurable – there is none of the ‘Nature red in tooth and claw’ that we get from Tennyson just over half a century later, in the wake of geological discoveries that cast doubt over the heaven-sent view of nature Wordsworth espouses. This is a pre-Darwinian world – although, interestingly, Wordsworth’s friend Erasmus Darwin, grandfather of Charles, would publish a book called The Temple of Nature in 1803, just five years after ‘Lines Written in Early Spring’, which proposed a remarkably proto-Darwinian (the other one, that is) view of nature, and contained the couplet: ‘From Hunger’s arms the shafts of Death are hurl’d, / And one great Slaughter-house the warring world!’
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