Dorothy Wordsworth: The Story of a Sister's LoveJ. Clarke & Company, 1886 - 214 pages |
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Page 57
... felt the poet sang- She did not seek the world should know her share ; Her one great hunger was for William's ' fame , To give his thoughts a voice her life - long prayer . " And when with wife and child his days were crowned She did ...
... felt the poet sang- She did not seek the world should know her share ; Her one great hunger was for William's ' fame , To give his thoughts a voice her life - long prayer . " And when with wife and child his days were crowned She did ...
Page 69
... felt , a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his own sweet will : Dear God ! the very houses seem asleep ; And all that mighty heart is lying still ! " Miss Wordsworth in her almost equally graceful prose writes : " Left London between ...
... felt , a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his own sweet will : Dear God ! the very houses seem asleep ; And all that mighty heart is lying still ! " Miss Wordsworth in her almost equally graceful prose writes : " Left London between ...
Page 96
... felt indeed that we were in Scotland ; there was a natural peculiarity in this place . In the scenes of the Nith it had not been the same as England , but yet not simple , naked Scotland . The road led us down the hill , and now there ...
... felt indeed that we were in Scotland ; there was a natural peculiarity in this place . In the scenes of the Nith it had not been the same as England , but yet not simple , naked Scotland . The road led us down the hill , and now there ...
Page 106
... felt it much more interesting to visit a place where they had been before than it could pos sibly be for the first time . By the lake they met two women , without hats but neatly dressed , who seemed to have been taking their Sunday ...
... felt it much more interesting to visit a place where they had been before than it could pos sibly be for the first time . By the lake they met two women , without hats but neatly dressed , who seemed to have been taking their Sunday ...
Page 107
... felt , and while my eye Was fix'd upon the glowing Sky , The echo of the voice enwrought A human sweetness , with the thought Of travelling through the world that lay Before me in my endless way . " With Edinburgh Miss Wordsworth was ...
... felt , and while my eye Was fix'd upon the glowing Sky , The echo of the voice enwrought A human sweetness , with the thought Of travelling through the world that lay Before me in my endless way . " With Edinburgh Miss Wordsworth was ...
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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!