William Wordsworth

(1770-1850 / Cumberland / England)

There Is An Eminence,--Of These Our Hills - Poem by William Wordsworth

There is an Eminence,--of these our hills
The last that parleys with the setting sun;
We can behold it from our orchard-seat;
And, when at evening we pursue out walk
Along the public way, this Peak, so high
Above us, and so distant in its height,
Is visible; and often seems to send
Its own deep quiet to restore our hearts.
The meteors make of it a favourite haunt:
The star of Jove, so beautiful and large
In the mid heavens, is never half so fair
As when he shines above it. 'Tis in truth
The loneliest place we have among the clouds.
And She who dwells with me, whom I have loved
With such communion, that no place on earth
Can ever be a solitude to me,
Hath to this lonely Summit given my Name.


Comments about There Is An Eminence,--Of These Our Hills by William Wordsworth

  • (11/14/2015 8:45:00 PM)


    ............wonderful poem....superbly written ★ (Report) Reply

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  • (1/26/2012 6:33:00 PM)


    Dorothy's Response

    There is an eminence amongst our hills.
    There is a deep quiet in its height.

    A man I love of lofty mind
    Shares with that mount its quiet.

    I admire the quiet.
    I seem to require it,
    Though it limpens his love for me.

    If I wasn't so dotty
    Instead of YOUR EMINENCE
    I'd have called it MOUNT DOROTHY.
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  • Ravi A (7/28/2009 10:24:00 AM)


    Eery poem of Wordsworth contains a deep philosophy of life. For him, Nature is the cradle and philosophy of man. Man never has a life apart from Nature. Nature is man's eternal companion in every way. This poem truly reflects this aspect.

    'Its own deep quiet to restore our hearts', ' 'Tis in truth The loneliest place we have among the clouds', ' whom I have loved With such communion, that no place on earth can ever be a solitude to me', ...these lines speak volumes indeed.
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  • p.a. noushad (6/13/2008 8:21:00 AM)


    love and its colourful touch makes us delightful with nature, even in solitude. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Poem Edited: Monday, January 2, 2012


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