From "tintern abbey"
by william wordsworth these beauteous forms,
through a long absence, have not been to me
as is a landscape to a blind man's eye:
but oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din
of towns and cities, i have owed to them
in hours of weariness, sensations sweet,
felt in the blood, and felt along the heart:
read these lines from william wordsworth's "tintern abbey" on the left. what is the speaker contemplating?
a.
a cityscape
b.
a former love
c.
a lonely room
d.
a remembered landscape