I was born on April 7, 1770 in Cockermouth, Cumberland, in the Lake District. I was the second of five children born to my parents, John Wordsworth and Ann Cookson. My father was a legal representative of James Lowther, 1st Earl of Lonsdale, and through his connections my family lived in a large mansion. Although I interacted with my father very little in my youth, he encouraged me in my reading. He allowed me to use his private library and challenged me to memorize large portions of poetry from Milton, Shakespeare, and Spenser. My mother died in 1778, and as a result I was sent to Hawkshead Grammar School in Lancashire. Although I had had some informal education, Hawkshead was my first serious educational experience. I excelled as a student, and my love of poetry continued to blossom. While at Hawkshead I began writing poetry of my own and published my first poem in 1787 in The European Magazine. That same year I matriculated to St. John’s College, Cambridge. I received a Bachelor’s degree in the Arts in 1791. Before my final semester at St. John’s, I took a walking tour of Europe. During this trip I visited places renowned for the natural beauty of their landscapes. I was particularly enthralled by the Alps and spent an extended amount of time exploring them. This trip greatly influenced my later works and was the foundation of my Romantic philosophy. In November 1791, I visited Revolutionary France and became fascinated by the Republican movement and its ideas. While in France, I fell in love with a woman named Annette Vallon. In 1792 she gave birth to my first child, Caroline. Despite my intentions to marry Annette, I was forced to return to England soon after the birth of Caroline due to my dwindling amount of money and ... ... middle of paper ... ...Robert Southey in 1843, I was named the Poet Laureate of England. I was the only Poet Laureate to publish no poetry while holding the title. In 1847, my daughter Dora died, and my poetical production stopped. I fell into another deep depression and lost my will to live. On April 23, 1850, at the age of eighty, I died of pleurisy. I never completed The Recluse, although I worked on it for the better part of five decades. My wife published the uncompleted texts along with The Prelude several months after my death. Today I am remembered as one of the most important figures of the Romantic era. The Prelude emerged as my most famous work and is now accepted as one of the quintessential poems of the Romantic period. Although I found little acclaim during my life, I am now revered as one of the preeminent poets of the English language and a leading figure of Romanticism.
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