tive in his poetry is always set in a location that is accurate to the human senses. To embrace "ye mountains, meadows, hills and groves," (379) or, to inhale "the sweet May morning" (379) make it possible for Wordsworth to seize a creative imagination generated by nature. The atmosphere of godforsaken castles or servants limping through narrow corridors makes it impossible to visualize any type of cordial reflection. The intensity is present, but granted by the supernatural instinct of overwrou
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