Dorothy Wordsworth: The Story of a Sister's LoveJ. Clarke & Company, 1886 - 214 pages |
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... formed . Lives touch each other , and from thenceforth , like meet- ing waters , their onward course is destined , and flows through deeper and broader channels . Among the most commanding of human influences is that of woman . As ...
... formed . Lives touch each other , and from thenceforth , like meet- ing waters , their onward course is destined , and flows through deeper and broader channels . Among the most commanding of human influences is that of woman . As ...
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... formed was erroneous . He is , however , certainly rather plain , though otherwise has an extremely thoughtful countenance ; but when he speaks , it is often lighted up by a smile which I think very pleasing . But enough , he is my ...
... formed was erroneous . He is , however , certainly rather plain , though otherwise has an extremely thoughtful countenance ; but when he speaks , it is often lighted up by a smile which I think very pleasing . But enough , he is my ...
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... formed of Wordsworth . He was , as it were , henceforward , the spokesman to the world of two souls . It was not that she visibly or consciously aided and stimulated him , but : The that she was him - a second pair of 22 DOROTHY ...
... formed of Wordsworth . He was , as it were , henceforward , the spokesman to the world of two souls . It was not that she visibly or consciously aided and stimulated him , but : The that she was him - a second pair of 22 DOROTHY ...
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... only to be ended by death . It was here also that Wordsworth composed his tragedy The Borderers and " The Ruined Cottage , " which latter poem afterwards formed the first part of the " Excur- RACEDOWN AND ALFOXDEN . 23.
... only to be ended by death . It was here also that Wordsworth composed his tragedy The Borderers and " The Ruined Cottage , " which latter poem afterwards formed the first part of the " Excur- RACEDOWN AND ALFOXDEN . 23.
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The Story of a Sister's Love Edmund Lee. poem afterwards formed the first part of the " Excur- sion . " The ardour with which the young poets entered into each other's plans , and the enthusiasm of the sister , who was in such perfect ...
The Story of a Sister's Love Edmund Lee. poem afterwards formed the first part of the " Excur- sion . " The ardour with which the young poets entered into each other's plans , and the enthusiasm of the sister , who was in such perfect ...
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affliction Alfoxden ardent beauty beloved bird blessing Blowick bright brother Brothers Water Captain Wordsworth Charles Lamb cheerful clouds Coleridge colour companion cottage crags daffodils dear death delighted devoted Dorothy Wordsworth early earth Easedale F. W. H. Myers favourite feel fern gleaming Grasmere grave green happy hath heart Helm Crag hills hope intellect JOHN AMORY LOWELL lady lake Lamb light living look Mary Lamb memory mind Miss Words Miss Wordsworth morning mountain Nature Nether Stowey never passed Patterdale Penrith pleasure poem poet poet's poetic quiet Quillinan Quincey residence rock rocky Rydal Mount says scene scenery seemed side sister smooth soul spirit spot steep stone sweet sympathy tender thee thing thou thought tion tour trees Trossachs Ullswater vale valley village voice walk wife wild William William Wordsworth wind woman wood worth writes young
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Page 78 - I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils ; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. " Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay ; Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Page 26 - My dear, dear Friend ; and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes. Oh! yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once, My dear, dear Sister!
Page 26 - tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash...
Page 58 - Shalt show us how divine a thing A Woman may be made. Thy thoughts and feelings shall not die, Nor leave thee, when grey hairs are nigh A melancholy slave; But an old age serene and bright, And lovely as a Lapland night, Shall lead thee to thy grave.
Page 27 - Nor wilt thou then forget, That after many wanderings, many years Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs, And this green pastoral landscape, were to me More dear, both for themselves and for thy sake!
Page 121 - I never saw daffodils so beautiful. They grew among the mossy stones about and about them; some rested their heads upon these stones as on a pillow for weariness ; and the rest tossed and reeled and danced...
Page x - own exceeding great reward ; ' it has soothed my afflictions ; it has multiplied and refined my enjoyments ; it has endeared solitude ; and it has given me the habit of wishing to discover the good and the beautiful in all that meets and surrounds me.
Page 53 - I AM not one who much or oft delight To season my fireside with personal talk, Of friends, who live within an easy walk, Or neighbours, daily, weekly, in my sight : And, for my chance-acquaintance, ladies bright, Sons, mothers, maidens withering on the stalk, These all wear out of me, like forms with chalk Painted on rich men's floors, for one feast-night Better than such discourse doth silence long, Long, barren silence, square with my desire...
Page 24 - IT is the first mild day of March : Each minute sweeter than before The redbreast sings from the tall larch That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air, Which seems a sense, of joy to yield To the bare trees, and mountains bare, And grass in the green Held.
Page 95 - I be loth to stir? I feel this place was made for her; To give new pleasure like the past, Continued long as life shall last. Nor am I loth, though pleased at heart, Sweet Highland Girl!