Dorothy Wordsworth: The Story of a Sister's LoveJ. Clarke & Company, 1886 - 214 pages |
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... poet's sister attained hers . She is for all time identified and associated with her brother , who , with a grateful love , has " crowned her for immortality . " > As Mr. Paxton Hood remarks : " Not Laura with Petrarch , nor Beatrice ...
... poet's sister attained hers . She is for all time identified and associated with her brother , who , with a grateful love , has " crowned her for immortality . " > As Mr. Paxton Hood remarks : " Not Laura with Petrarch , nor Beatrice ...
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... poet says : — " She was the heart And hinge of all our learning and our loves . " The beauty and gentleness of ... poet's mind the pleasures of the early home , the time when he and his little playmate together chased the butterfly ...
... poet says : — " She was the heart And hinge of all our learning and our loves . " The beauty and gentleness of ... poet's mind the pleasures of the early home , the time when he and his little playmate together chased the butterfly ...
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... poet's remembrance his father's home and his sister's love . The " bright blue eggs appeared to him " a vision of ... poet alludes in another poem having reference to the same period . In this poem he represents his sister and her young ...
... poet's remembrance his father's home and his sister's love . The " bright blue eggs appeared to him " a vision of ... poet alludes in another poem having reference to the same period . In this poem he represents his sister and her young ...
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... poet's prophecy : - " True heart and shining star shall guide thee right . " Well was it for Wordsworth , and for us , that he had a sister , and that it was to this brother - one after her own heart - she at this juncture devoted ...
... poet's prophecy : - " True heart and shining star shall guide thee right . " Well was it for Wordsworth , and for us , that he had a sister , and that it was to this brother - one after her own heart - she at this juncture devoted ...
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... poet's eye in fine frenzy rolling ' than I ever witnessed . He has fine dark eyebrows and an overhanging fore- head . " By the side of this striking picture of Coleridge may be fittingly placed his first impressions of Miss a frien ...
... poet's eye in fine frenzy rolling ' than I ever witnessed . He has fine dark eyebrows and an overhanging fore- head . " By the side of this striking picture of Coleridge may be fittingly placed his first impressions of Miss a frien ...
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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!