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... CHILDREN CHAPTER XIII . 145 REMOVAL TO RYDAL MOUNT - DORA WORDSWORTH . 153 CHAPTER XIV . ― FRIENDS -TOUR ON CONTINENT · 160 CHAPTER XV . FURTHER INFLUENCE 169 CHAPTER XVI . ILLNESS AND LAST YEARS CHAPTER XVII . 8 CONTENTS .
... CHILDREN CHAPTER XIII . 145 REMOVAL TO RYDAL MOUNT - DORA WORDSWORTH . 153 CHAPTER XIV . ― FRIENDS -TOUR ON CONTINENT · 160 CHAPTER XV . FURTHER INFLUENCE 169 CHAPTER XVI . ILLNESS AND LAST YEARS CHAPTER XVII . 8 CONTENTS .
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... Rydal the old coach road little distance beyond the " Wishing Gate , " and at the part of the village called Town End . It was formerly an inn , called " The Dove and Olive Bough , " and is still known by the name of Dove Cottage . It ...
... Rydal the old coach road little distance beyond the " Wishing Gate , " and at the part of the village called Town End . It was formerly an inn , called " The Dove and Olive Bough , " and is still known by the name of Dove Cottage . It ...
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... Rydal . . . . The lake of Grasmere beautiful . The Church an image of peace ; he wrote some lines upon it . . . . The mountains indistinct ; the lake calm , and partly ruffled , a sweet sound of water falling into 78 DOROTHY WORDSWORTH .
... Rydal . . . . The lake of Grasmere beautiful . The Church an image of peace ; he wrote some lines upon it . . . . The mountains indistinct ; the lake calm , and partly ruffled , a sweet sound of water falling into 78 DOROTHY WORDSWORTH .
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... Rydal to Grasmere : " A narrow girdle of rough stones and crags , A rude and natural causeway , interposed Between the water and a winding slope Of copse and thicket , leaves the eastern shore Of Grasmere safe in its own privacy : And ...
... Rydal to Grasmere : " A narrow girdle of rough stones and crags , A rude and natural causeway , interposed Between the water and a winding slope Of copse and thicket , leaves the eastern shore Of Grasmere safe in its own privacy : And ...
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... Rydal Mere . I will here mention , for my dear sister's sake , that while she was sitting alone one day , high up on this part of Loughrigg fell , she was so affected by the voice of the cuckoo , heard from the crags at some distance ...
... Rydal Mere . I will here mention , for my dear sister's sake , that while she was sitting alone one day , high up on this part of Loughrigg fell , she was so affected by the voice of the cuckoo , heard from the crags at some distance ...
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Page 97 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Page 101 - 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 51 - 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 50 - 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 50 - 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.
Page 97 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and- smiles.
Page 101 - 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. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee ; A poet could not...
Page 98 - A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of angelic light.
Page 16 - 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 119 - ... when I am far away : For never saw I mien, or face, In which more plainly I could trace Benignity and home-bred sense Ripening in perfect innocence. Here scattered, like a random seed, Remote from men, Thou dost not need The...