Dorothy Wordsworth; the Story of a Sister's Love |
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... written . Seeing what an important part Miss Wordsworth occupied in influencing the revival of English poetry at the close of the last century , this has frequently been to me a matter of surprise . To the best of my knowledge , she ...
... written . Seeing what an important part Miss Wordsworth occupied in influencing the revival of English poetry at the close of the last century , this has frequently been to me a matter of surprise . To the best of my knowledge , she ...
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... Writing to his sister , then budding into womanhood , from the Lake of Constance , a fine description of the scenery through which they were passing , he says : " I have thought of you perpetually ; and never have my eyes rested upon a ...
... Writing to his sister , then budding into womanhood , from the Lake of Constance , a fine description of the scenery through which they were passing , he says : " I have thought of you perpetually ; and never have my eyes rested upon a ...
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... written to a dear friend , dated February , 1792 , she says , speaking of her brothers Christopher and William ... writing in June , 1792 , to the same friend , she says : " I have strolled into a neighboring meadow , where I am enjoying ...
... written to a dear friend , dated February , 1792 , she says , speaking of her brothers Christopher and William ... writing in June , 1792 , to the same friend , she says : " I have strolled into a neighboring meadow , where I am enjoying ...
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... Writing of Miss Wordsworth at this time , her nephew , the late Bishop of Lincoln , says : " She was endowed with tender sensibility , with an exquisite per- ception of beauty , with a retentive recollection of what she saw , with a ...
... Writing of Miss Wordsworth at this time , her nephew , the late Bishop of Lincoln , says : " She was endowed with tender sensibility , with an exquisite per- ception of beauty , with a retentive recollection of what she saw , with a ...
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... writing of this same period of his life , says : - " Depressed , bewildered thus , I did not walk With scoffers , seeking light and gay revenge From indiscriminate laughter , nor sit down In reconcilement with an utter waste Of ...
... writing of this same period of his life , says : - " Depressed , bewildered thus , I did not walk With scoffers , seeking light and gay revenge From indiscriminate laughter , nor sit down In reconcilement with an utter waste Of ...
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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...