Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood by William Wordsworth


Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
Title : Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood
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ISBN : 1428604170
ISBN-10 : 9781428604179
Language : English
Format Type : Paperback
Number of Pages : -
Publication : First published January 1, 1807

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Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood Reviews


  • Théo d'Or

    " There was a time when

    meadow, grove, and stream,

    The earth , and every common

    sight

    To me did seem

    Apparalled in celestial light.



    O, joy ! that in our embers

    Is something that doth live

    That Nature yet remembers

    What was so fugitive ! "

  • Victor Lopez

    I was once asked during an employment interview by a college provost early in my career what was the most influential book I had ever read. I did not hesitate and answered the works of William Wordsworth, especially "Intimations of Immortality." He looked at me with an inscrutable expression for a moment and went on to other questions. It was one of the few times that I have interviewed and did not get a job offer--doubtless my answer had little or nothing to do with that, but if asked the same question today, I would still offer the same answer. The answer may have signaled that I was a hopeless romantic and somewhat of an anachronism at best, or worse, that I could not think of a better answer and spurted our the first thing that came to mind. Be that as it may, this is my favorite piece of literature and it has not lost its ability to move me or to influence the way I still view the world these many years and countless other books later. The ode is widely available in countless books and collections, including this one as well as free from the Project Gutenberg. Wherever you find it, it is highly recommended!

  • Claudia

    Today is World Poetry Day and my commitment this day (and to my life) is to keep reading poetry. I am a multilingual person and thus can and do admire many authors in different languages. But to me, the one poem that speaks to my soul so intensely is Ode: Intimations of Immortality From Recollections of Early Childhood. If one poem would be so intense as to encompass God, the multiverses and all of our lives, this one would be it. It was famously read at Margaret Thatcher's funeral. And most possibly will be present on mine. I love this poem. 'Tis all! Happy World Poetry Day for all those who read and love poetry. In every language in this marvellous world! May 'the meanest flower that blows', keep giving us 'thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears!' Evoe! 🌺❤️

  • Carlie

    Read this years ago after Penny Dreadful introduced it to me. Still love it to this day. Wordsworth is indeed a man after my own heart.

    It's a long poem, but I come back to it all the time. And after I've read it again I feel like I'm sighing, letting go of a breath I didn't know I was holding.

  • jeanne whitesides

    "To me the meanest flower that blows can give
    Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears."


  • John Yelverton

    This is a very sad and even melancholy poem about life and its many stages and particular what is lost and left behind.

  • Descending Angel

    A poem that's as beautiful as it is moving.

  • Leilani

    I did not read this edition, but an online version.
    It is too melancholy for me. I cannot agree with its sentiment.

  • Serena

    Read for University.
    Pending Review

  • Sarar

    "That dreamlike vividness and splendor which invest objects of sight in childhood , having regarded it as presumptive evidence of a prior of existence , I think it right to protest against a conclusion which has given pain to some good and pious persons, that I meant it to inculcate such a belief. It is far too shadowy a notion to be recommended to faith, as more than an element in our instincts of immortality.
    the fall of Man presents an analogy in its favor.
    Plato held the doctrine that the soul is immortal and exists separately from the body both before birth and after death. But while the Ode proposes that the soul only gradually loses “the vision splendid” after birth, Plato maintained the contrary: that the knowledge of the eternal ideas , which the soul had acquired by direct acquaintance , is totally lost at the instant of birth and must be gradually recollected by philosophical discipline in the course of this life.
    Wordsworth’s metaphorical use of the concept of preexistence in his poem resembles the view of Neo-Platonists that glory of the unborn soul is gradually quenched by its descent into darkness of matter .

    Wordsworth’s apparent claim for the preexistence of the soul violated the Christian belief that the soul , although it survives after death , doesn’t exist before the birth of an individual. His claim that he used preexistence not as a doctrine but as a postulate enabling him to deal “ as a poet” with general human experience, that the passing of youth involves the loss of freshness and radiance investing everything he sees."


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  • Shaunaly Higgins

    I feel such a deep connection to this poem because of Wordworth's love of nature but more importantly, the spiritual aspect that I found to be embedded throughout the work. Wordworth's Ode is about loss and grief of an earlier, more purer existence as we leave the magical, divine-like stage of our infancy and grow into humans obsessed with earthy materials, leaving us questioning our soul's purpose and why is it that we seem to loose our true Self in the process of growing up?

    Wordsworth saw nature in a way that others simply could not see or perhaps refused to see because the magic of our connection to divinity continually fades (or does it), as we grow.

    Humans have the tendency to became so lost in their materialistic and ego driven bubble of adulthood that we tend to loose the essence of our true beauty and become lost within ourselves. How is it, and why is it that we seem to loose our connection to the divine just because the years begin to pass?

    It's not difficult to think of our childhoods and recall certain memories that may grant access to a plethora of joyous and magical memories filled with love and laughter but even as an adult, one has the capacity to connect to the purest experience of nature and to the divine if we just took the time to look inward and do so.

    "We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience". - Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

  • Angie Taylor

    Favorite lines: "Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: the soul that rises with us, our life's Star, hath had elsewhere it's setting, and comets from afar: not in entire forgetfulness, and not in utter nakedness, but trailing clouds of glory do we come from God who is our home..."

  • Gardner

    Not only one of my favorite of Wordsworth's, but one of my favorite poems, plain and simple.

  • Padmanabha Reddy

    Often termed as immortality ode or the Great Ode, this poem of Wordsworth brings out the inner philosopher that he is. Although criticized by many poets including his best friend Samuel Taylor Coleridge who writes Dejection: An Ode almost as a response to this poem. Like Tintern Abbey, Wordsworth focusses on the sublime and discovering the true nature of the human self. But unlike Tintern Abbey, this poem is written in the form of an ode, an ancient Greek classical form of poetry which were written to be sung in festivals. As the title mentions, he remembers his childhood and talks how an individual changes over time as he ages. Written in irregular Pindaric form of an ode, it is split into three movements: the first four stanzas discuss death, and the loss of youth and innocence; the second four stanzas describe how age causes man to lose sight of the divine, and the final three stanzas express hope that the memory of the divine allow us to sympathise with our fellow man.

    The poem relies on the concept of pre-existence, that children are the best philosophers who have the most inquisitive nature and the soul existed before the creation to aid them to connect with nature. In another poem by him, he writes – “child is the father to a man” which seems perplexing at the beginning but starts making sense when we look carefully at the meaning of the very line that he wrote. Every person gets old and then he would be behaving the same way as the child. Now, the person’s child has to take care of him just like he did when the child was young. Also, it points out to the nature of the child – he is inquisitive and has a lot to teach to his elders. William Blake talks about innocence and experience; if you have experience then no longer are you innocent as you now know everything that comes forward. These are the two sides of human consciousness which go hand in hand.

    We also notice this by remembering our childhood, just the way Wordsworth is doing in the poem; when we are children, the days are really long but as we age, the time seems to run fast even though the measurement is still the same. Wordsworth argues that this happens because of repetition or mimesis if we like to bring in Aristotle. Empiricist philosopher John Locke argues that the human brain is in the state of “tabula rasa” or blank slate when he/she is born and then learns by experience which often is caused through imitation. He says that children lose their divine radiance and light as they grow and gain experience. But later argues that the memory now is far better than the original as we now know what it really is. In the poem he writes about his despair that he is not able to feel the same way when compared to his childhood.

    According to Wordsworth, the greatest advantage children have over adults is that they don’t know the concept of death and mortality and the moment they learn it, they start losing their divine light and become more like adults who don’t have an intimate sublime with immortality. Adults have run out of things they need to explore but children don’t have the problem. Wordsworth mentions God in the poem but he neither defines God nor tries to tell that God is separate from nature. Loss of innocence comes from experience but an imaginative recovery of what was lost and what you imagine is in some ways superior to its original experience because the original experience is unreflecting.

    This poem’s narrative seems a non-Christian rendering of Christian experience. It’s replacing creation, fall, and redemption. Overall, this poem is highly philosophic, similar yet very different from Tintern Abbey. Give it a read, you won’t be disappointed.

  • Vigneswara Prabhu

    What though the radiance which was once so bright-Be now for ever taken from my sight

    I remember a time, when, we were Incarnations that could breathe fire, and make battlements out of decayed ruminations. Every path led to a new world, every turn a new adventure, every flitting shadow a new adversary.

    We lived in the now and present, and days stretched to ages. Summers were endless. Spirits Unbound.

    Then something happened. We became concerned with debts and possessions and wanting. Concerned with our own mortality. Concerned of what others think of us.

    But yet I know, where'er I go,
    That there hath past away a glory from the earth.


    We became much less, self-constrained with the rules and precedent of the world, the real world around us. That part of us, was boxed in, within showy garments and social norms. And in time, the mirror showed to us a Stranger in a strange land.

    Where is it now, the glory and the dream?

    Actors in a stage not of our choosing. vested in matters decided for us by someone else. Is this what we, the collective we, have become.

    Those shadowy recollections...master-light of all our seeing

    And yet is this not how things were to be, for whence does one realize the value of something? Is it not once it is lost from their grasp?

    Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea...
    ...And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.


    I often dream of the ocean, having born and brought up besides her. Wishing to seek the depths of her bosom. To let her sweep me in her embrace and wash away all the miasma of worry and Concern.

    It brings a great calm to my mind, the sight of the endless ocean. It soothes the grains of my mind, the eternal lapping of waves to the shores and by my feet. If nothing else, I guess one has to be grateful, to be living in a time, where we can still enjoy the joys of nature, lest one day they turn toxic by our own hands.

  • Rabbia Riaz

    Its a poem of eleven stanzas which describes firstly the loss of innocence and divine sight of a child when he gets indulge in his toys from the soft lap of its mother.Wordsworth says that one should never loose his divine sight when he has a lot of responsibilities of his life rather he should try to maintain it.At the end of the poem he shows hope that if,in the contemporary time period,we focus on nature and our childhood memories we can regain the divine sight.
    The poem exactly matches his theory of "spontaneous overflow of emotions in tranquillity". Simple and rythmic language of the poem makes it beautiful.

  • thewanderingjew

    Life is fleeting. Some things remain after us because we leave legacies behind, but like the trees and the sunrises, we are temporary! Life is a thing of beauty.

  • Gedi௨

    Ode to the 👶’s social learning by observation of 🌎

  • Red

    Poems are gifts. First you make a little progress in life and next comes the poem

  • evie lane

    i think my english teacher hates me

  • Wesley

    Incredible precursor to my favorite poems and poems, like The Wasteland, Wallace Stevens, and John Ashbery.

  • Steve

    Reading romantic poetry gave me vivid and dramatic dreams at night. It really inspires me.

  • Bogdan Liviu

    --But there's a Tree, of many, one,
    A single Field which I have looked upon,
    Both of them speak of something that is gone:
    The Pansy at my feet
    Doth the same tale repeat:
    Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
    Where is it now, the glory and the dream?

  • Elizabeth Branigin

    My favorite poem of all time.

  • Lydia Presley

    Review to come.