Dorothy Wordsworth: The Story of a Sister's LoveJ. Clarke & Company, 1886 - 214 pages |
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... , with a sonorous and musical voice , the ballad of Betty Foy . ' I was not critically or scep- tically inclined . I saw touches of truth and nature , and took the rest for granted . But in ' The RESIDENCE AT ALFOXDEN . 31.
... , with a sonorous and musical voice , the ballad of Betty Foy . ' I was not critically or scep- tically inclined . I saw touches of truth and nature , and took the rest for granted . But in ' The RESIDENCE AT ALFOXDEN . 31.
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The Story of a Sister's Love Edmund Lee. took the rest for granted . But in ' The Thorn , ' ' The Mad Mother , ' and The Complaint of the Poor Indian Woman , ' I felt that deeper power and pathos , which have been since acknowledged ...
The Story of a Sister's Love Edmund Lee. took the rest for granted . But in ' The Thorn , ' ' The Mad Mother , ' and The Complaint of the Poor Indian Woman , ' I felt that deeper power and pathos , which have been since acknowledged ...
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... rest for the seeds of lichens , mosses , ferns , and flowers . Hence buildings , which in their very form call to mind the processes of Nature , do thus , clothed in part with a vegetable garb , appear to be received into the bosom of ...
... rest for the seeds of lichens , mosses , ferns , and flowers . Hence buildings , which in their very form call to mind the processes of Nature , do thus , clothed in part with a vegetable garb , appear to be received into the bosom of ...
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... rest against a bank of earth , it is sometimes almost wholly concealed by a rich facing of stone - fern . It is a great advantage to a traveller or resident , that these numerous lanes and paths , if he be a zealous admirer of Nature ...
... rest against a bank of earth , it is sometimes almost wholly concealed by a rich facing of stone - fern . It is a great advantage to a traveller or resident , that these numerous lanes and paths , if he be a zealous admirer of Nature ...
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... rest into a thousand fragments ; then the tarn bursts out into tiny silver spangles , like a girl's causeless laughter ; and then comes a grey sweep across the water , as if it shivered in the wind ; and then again all subsides , and ...
... rest into a thousand fragments ; then the tarn bursts out into tiny silver spangles , like a girl's causeless laughter ; and then comes a grey sweep across the water , as if it shivered in the wind ; and then again all subsides , and ...
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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!