"The next day Wordsworth arrived from Bristol at Coleridge's cottage," William Hazlitt recalled, "He answered in some degree to his friend's description of him, but was more quaint and Don Quixote- like . . . there was a convulsive inclination to laughter about the mouth." Hazlitt presents a Wordsworth who differs from the one we know--and, as Matthew Bevis argues in his radical new reading of the poet, this Wordsworth owed his quixotic creativity...