The subject of time...How it is developed as a subject and how it is significant in William Wordsworth "Tintern Abbey" and John Keats "To Autumn" I also need to compare the two???



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William Blake's "London and William Wordsworth "The world is too much with us"

I have to compare and contrast the 2

Anyone??? Even if its just a Comparison between the two. I seem to be having alot of trouble with the meanings of these two poems. Any help is greatly appreciated!!!

Colie, the Wordsworth poem has been discussed several times before in Homework Assistance. For instance:

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Use the search function in this thread to search for the unusual words in it, like 'Triton' and 'suckled', and you'll find links to the other threads where it is quoted and discussed.

London
by William Blake

I wander thro' each charter'd street,
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.

In every cry of every man,
In every Infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear.

How the Chimney-sweeper's cry
Every black'ning Church appals;
And the hapless Soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls.

But most thro' midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.


Go here to get links to various commentaries on this one:

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I would think the logical approach to a 'compare and contrast' on these would be to discuss what each author believes is wrong with the world in his particular time.


The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon,
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers,
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.


Wordsworth's is a sonnet (look it up) and Blake's four quatrains of iambic tetrameter. Lots of stuff can be found on Google to help you, and click the picture on the Blake site below for some interesting points (use Internet Explorer for best results - pages are old):

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For extra credit, mention Oliver Wendell Holmes (the doctor, not the Justice) and The Chambered Nautilus, where he includes the Triton reference above in line #26.