Victoria park visit

       Hello everyone, We are going to Victoria Park on the 20 th July,with a M.A Sem 1 and our senior and Yesha Bhatt ma'am . It is a acedemic visit. It is a joyful and wounded day.In this blog i will discuss about my experience.

History of Victoria Park

           On the edges of the Gaurishankar Lake lies the well-conserved Victoria Park. Sprawling over two sq km, Victoria Park was designed in the year 1888 by Mr. Proctor Sins for Maharaja Takhtasinhji of the Bhavnagar city. It is one of the oldest man made forests in the country and has rare species of flora and fauna.

Perpose of visit Victoria Park 

          In over syllabus, we are study romantic litrature.we are study 5 main poet of Romantic Age.

• William Wordsworth
• William Black
•  John Keats
• Byron
• Coleridge

 

This all poet writer about nature,and life 

Main theme of all poets

• The Sublime.
• Reaction against Neoclassicism.
• Imagination.
• Nature poetry.
• Melancholy.
• Medievalism.
• Hellenism.
• Supernaturalism.

        Some themes are connected with nature. So we are going to close the nature.When i see a Lake so i remember Wordsworth one poem.

William Wordsworth's poem" Daffodils"

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

His ‘Daffodils’ poem, written in 1804 and beginning “I wandered lonely as a cloud” is the quintessential Lake District poem. Wordsworth moved to Dove Cottage in Grasmere in 1799 and then Rydal Mount in 1813. Both houses are still open to the public and attract visitors from all over the world.

Dove Cottage is situated in the heart of the Lake District and is the place where Wordsworth wrote some of his greatest poetry. His sister Dorothy kept her equally famous ´Grasmere Journal´ at Dove cottage, which is still on display in the museum. William found Dove Cottage by accident as he was out walking with his brother John and fellow poet, Samuel Taylor Coleridge. He moved in with his sister, Dorothy just a few weeks later.

Such was his love of the Lake District that he described it as: “A sort of national property in which every man has a right and interest who has an eye to perceive and a heart to enjoy”.

William Wordsworth died of pleurisy in April, 1850 at the age of 80 and was buried at St. Oswald´s Church in Grasmere. His widow Mary published his autobiographical ´poem to Coleridge´ as ´The Prelude´ just a few months after his death.

John Keats poem" On Autumn "

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,  

Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;

Conspiring with him how to load and bless  

With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;

To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,  

And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;      

To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells  

With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,

And still more, later flowers for the bees,

Until they think warm days will never cease,      

For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?  

Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find

Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,  

Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;

Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,  

Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook      

Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:

And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep  

Steady thy laden head across a brook;  

Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,      

Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?  

Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,--

While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,  

And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;

Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn  

Among the river sallows, borne aloft      

Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;

And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;  

Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft  

The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;      

And gathering swallows twitter in the skie

"To Autumn" is a poem by English Romantic poet John Keats (31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821). The work was composed on 19 September 1819 and published in 1820 in a volume of Keats's poetry that included Lamia and The Eve of St. Agnes. "To Autumn" is the final work in a group of poems known as Keats's "1819 odes". Although personal problems left him little time to devote to poetry in 1819, he composed "To Autumn" after a walk near Winchester one autumnal evening. The work marks the end of his poetic career, as he needed to earn money and could no longer devote himself to the lifestyle of a poet. A little over a year after the publication of "To Autumn", Keats died in Rome.

Now I will share some pictures of Victoria Park