William Wordsworth
Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books;
Or surely you’ll grow double:
Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;
Why all this toil and trouble?
The sun, above the mountain’s head,
A freshening lustre mellow
Through all the long green fields has spread,
His first sweet evening yellow.
Books! ’tis a dull and endless strife:
Come, hear the woodland linnet,
How sweet his music! on my life,
There’s more of wisdom in it.
And hark! How blithe the throstle sings!
He, too, is no mean preacher:
Come forth into the light of things,
Let Nature be your Teacher.
She has a world of ready wealth,
Our minds and hearts to bless —
Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health,
Truth breathed by cheerfulness.
One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.
Sweet is the lore which Nature brings;
Our meddling intellect
Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things: —
We murder to dissect.
Enough of Science and of Art;
Close up those barren leaves;
Come forth, and bring with you a heart
That watches and receives.
1.Decide whether the following statements are true (T) or false (F).
____ 1)The speaker begins by telling his friend to stop reading books because it is boring and tedious.
____ 2)Rather than reading, he should venture outside to where the linnet and the throstle are singing beautiful music containing more wisdom than any book.
____ 3)The speaker is telling his friend that nothing has more to teach than books, and that he should try to seek refuge in pages.
____ 4)A person can learn more about humanity and about good and evil from a sage than from a tree.
____ 5)Sometimes, we should reject traditional science and art and simply come into nature ready to learn more.
2.Fill in the blanks according to your understanding of the poem.