William Wordsworth (7 April 1770 – 23 April 1850) was a major English Romantic poet who, with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, helped to launch the Romantic Age in English literature with the 1798 joint publication Lyrical Ballads.
Wordsworth's magnum opus is generally considered to be The Prelude, a semiautobiographical poem of his early years which he revised and expanded a number of times. It was posthumously titled and published, prior to which it was generally known as the poem "to Coleridge". Wordsworth was Britain's Poet Laureate from 1843 until his death in 1850.
Read more about William Wordsworth: Early Life, Relationship With Annette Vallon, First Publication and Lyrical Ballads, The Borderers, Germany and Move To The Lake District, Marriage and Children, Autobiographical Work and Poems in Two Volumes, The Prospectus, The Poet Laureate and Other Honours, Death, Major Works, Further Reading
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