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  1. Summary. ‘The Prelude (Extract)’ by William Wordsworth is a first-person account of the speaker, Wordsworth, sailing a small boat and musing on life and nature. In the first part of this poem, the speaker begins by recalling how he came upon a boat tied to a tree along the water.

  2. Extract from the Prelude Lyrics. One summer evening (led by her) I found. A little boat tied to a willow tree. Within a rocky cove, its usual home. Straight I unloosed her chain, and stepping...

  3. The speaker recounts a summer evening adventure where he discovers a small boat hidden in a rocky cave, tied to a willow tree. He sets it free and begins to row, feeling a mix of excitement and guilt.

  4. Mar 10, 2019 · FULL POEM - SCROLL DOWN FOR LINE-BY-LINE ANALYSIS . She was an elfin Pinnace; lustily. I dipp’d my oars into the silent Lake, And, as I rose upon the stroke, my Boat. Went heaving through the water, like a Swan; When from behind that craggy Steep, till then. The bound of the horizon, a huge Cliff, As if with voluntary power instinct,

  5. The Full Text of “Extract from The Prelude (Boat Stealing)”. 1 One summer evening (led by her) I found. 2 A little boat tied to a willow tree. 3 Within a rocky cove, its usual home. 4 Straight I unloosed her chain, and stepping in. 5 Pushed from the shore.

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  6. Nov 16, 2020 · Below, you’ll find a poem and analysis of Wordsworth’s ‘Prelude’, specifically the ‘Extract’ about boating – rowing out on a mountain lake. What a strange poem! Wordsworth goes out at night by himself, steals a boat, and rows out onto a lake. He’s terrified by a mountain (?) and runs off home again.

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  8. "The Prelude" (Extract) by William Wordsworth. One summer evening (led by her *) I found. A little boat tied to a willow tree. Within a rocky cove, its usual home. Straight I unloosed her chain, and stepping in. Pushed from the shore. It was an act of stealth. And troubled pleasure, nor without the voice. Of mountain-echoes did my boat move on;

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