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Shvoong Home>Books>Poetry>Review on “the French Revolution” by William Wordsworth Review

Review on “the French Revolution” by William Wordsworth

Book Review   by:akso6o175     Original Author: Andy Kester Sawian
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The French Revolution as it appeared to the enthusiasts at its commencement was but a pleasant exercise of hope and joy. For its auxilliars; helpers; which stood upon their side were mighty just like them who were strong in love. It was bliss to be alive in that dawn though it was very heaver; lift or haul (a heavy thing) with great effort: throw (something heavy): produce (a sigh): rise and fall rhythmically or spasmodically; to be young then in those times. The Mearge, stale and forbidding ways of customary law and statute that took at once the attraction of a country in romance where the power of reasoning seemed to be the most important factor to assert her rights and the most intent on making of herself a prime enchantress to assist the work which was then going forward in her name; not just the favourite spots alone but on the whole earth. As at some moment might be felt amoung the bowers of paradise itself, the beauty wore of promise which sets the budding rose above the rose full blown.
The temper at the prospect did not wake to the happiness unthought-of that inert were roused and lively natures rapt away. They had fed and nurtured their childhood upon their dreams and their playfellows of fancy had made all powers of swiftness, subtility and strength. In their lordly wise, their ministers had stirred amoung the grandest objects of sense and dealt strictly with whatsoever they found there, like they had within some lurking right to wield it. They too, who were of a gentle mood had watched all the gentle motions and to these had fitted their own thoughts, schemers that were milder and in the region of their peaceful selves. Now that it was discovered that both the meek and lofty found the helpers to their hearts’ desire to stuff at hand, plastered in plastic as they could wish were called upon to exercise their skill. Not in Utopia; the never-never land of ideal bliss that was the creation of Sir Thomas Mores’ imagination; subterranean; underground; fields or dome secret island where only Heaven knows! But only in the very world in which all of them dwell upon the place where in the end they find their happiness or not at all.


Published: October 18, 2010   
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