Tintern Abbey Revisiting the Banks of the Wye

Tintern Abbey Revisiting the Banks of the Wye

Tintern Abbey Revisiting the Banks of the Wye

  In the poem Tintern Abbey, Wordsworth shows a strong connection between the inner emotion of man with the outside findings of the world. Relating the heart of man with nature. As Phil Cousineau states in Once and Future Myths, “Myths are stories that evoke the eternal because they explore the timeless concerns of human beings-birth, death, time, good and evil, creativity and destruction.” I believe Wordsworth conveys this well in creating a feel of concerns felt among people caused by the destruction of nature in the city. There is a big difference between good and evil, and creativity and destruction, as with nature and populated areas such as the city.

Wordsworth begins the journey into "Tintern Abbey" by taking the reader from the height of a mountain stream rolling down into the valley from there mountain springs, where the poet sits under a sycamore tree surveying the beauty of landscape of the natural world. This introduction through nature sets the scene for the poet's blending of his mind with that of the natural world. When Wordsworth was out walking, he allowed the nature, which surrounded him, to encompass his mind. He seemed to have gone into a mild meditation in which he freed the thoughts and worries from his head. Here Wordsworth does not dwell on the imprint of humanity on the landscape but on the connection of an isolated individual enveloped within the world of nature. Although he refers to the presence of man - his connection is with the untouched beauty of the countryside.

  From his perception Wordsworth, looking out on the verdant countryside, ties his connection with nature to the past. He remembers that during his long absence from the Wye Valley, years which he spent living in the city; he found comfort in calling back the memories of his time spent in nature. Note here that Wordsworth is not merely finding comfort in fondly remembering the past, but remembering the peace it...

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