other page we find ourselves entangled in a problem of aesthetics.
The world-old question of matter and form, of whether nectar is
of precisely the same flavor when served to us from a Grecian chalice or from any jug of ruder pottery, comes up for decision anew.
The Teutonic nature has always shown a sturdy preference of the solid bone with a marrow of nutritious moral to any shadow of the same on the flowing mirror of sense.
never lets us long forget the deeply rooted stock from which he sprang,— vien ben da lui
was born at Cockermouth
on the 7th of April, 1770, the second of five children.
His father was John Wordsworth
, an attorney-at-law, and agent of Sir James Lowther
, afterwards first Earl
His mother was Anne Cookson
, the daughter of a mercer in Penrith
His paternal ancestors had been settled immemorially at Penistone in Yorkshire
, whence his grandfather had emigrated to Westmoreland
His mother, a woman of piety and wisdom, died in March, 1778, being then in her thirty-second year.
His father, who never entirely cast off the depression occasioned by her death, survived her but five years, dying in December, 1783, when William was not quite fourteen years old.
The poet's early childhood was passed partly at Cockermouth
, and partly with his maternal grandfather at Penrith
His first teacher appears to have been Mrs. Anne Birkett
, a kind of Shenstone
's Schoolmistress, who practised the memory of her pupils, teaching them chiefly by rote, and not endeavoring to cultivate their reasoning faculties, a process by which children are apt to be converted from natural logicians into impertinent sophists.
Among his schoolmates here was Mary Hutchinson
, who afterwards became his wife.