Excerpt from The Shorter Poems of William Wordsworth Time goes on and the colours of our days change, but we return to Wordsworth as we turn again to Skiddaw and Helvellyn. There are certain subject swamps and dead-levels to be crossed before the real ascent begins but we are sure of our mountain rapture in the end, and his effect is not the less sure because of the huge prosaic substance of his base. Words worth was the mountain, as Coleridge was the magic valley, among the poets of their time; and if we gain in one way, we assuredly lose In others, by paring him down as Matthew Arnold did into a pocket-parnassus. We need not, as it is, explore all his waste of later sonnets and can avoid everywhere his Obvious d bris but even these help in some heavy substructural way to make up his British weight and mass and his final impressive ness. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.