Dorothy Wordsworth: The Story of a Sister's LoveJ. Clarke & Company, 1886 - 214 pages |
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... morning of July 31st . evening ; seeing , far off in the west , the coast of England , like a cloud , crested with Dover Castle , the evening star and the glory of the sky ; the reflections in the water were more beautiful than the sky ...
... morning of July 31st . evening ; seeing , far off in the west , the coast of England , like a cloud , crested with Dover Castle , the evening star and the glory of the sky ; the reflections in the water were more beautiful than the sky ...
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... morning : fresh and clear The Rivulet , delighting in its strength , Ran with a young man's speed ; and yet the voice Of waters which the winter had supplied Was softened down into a vernal tone . The spirit of enjoyment and desire ...
... morning : fresh and clear The Rivulet , delighting in its strength , Ran with a young man's speed ; and yet the voice Of waters which the winter had supplied Was softened down into a vernal tone . The spirit of enjoyment and desire ...
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... morning , ere the mist Had altogether yielded to the sun , Sauntered on this retired and difficult way . " Ill suits the road with one in haste ; but we Played with our time ; and , as we strolled along , It was our occupation to ...
... morning , ere the mist Had altogether yielded to the sun , Sauntered on this retired and difficult way . " Ill suits the road with one in haste ; but we Played with our time ; and , as we strolled along , It was our occupation to ...
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... with you , bud and bell ! For two months now in vain we shall be sought ; We leave you here in solitude to dwell With these our latest gifts of tender thought ; Thou , like the morning , in thy saffron coat 82 DOROTHY Wordsworth .
... with you , bud and bell ! For two months now in vain we shall be sought ; We leave you here in solitude to dwell With these our latest gifts of tender thought ; Thou , like the morning , in thy saffron coat 82 DOROTHY Wordsworth .
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The Story of a Sister's Love Edmund Lee. Thou , like the morning , in thy saffron coat , Bright gowan , and marsh - marigold , farewell ! Whom from the borders of the Lake we brought , And placed together near our rocky Well . " We go ...
The Story of a Sister's Love Edmund Lee. Thou , like the morning , in thy saffron coat , Bright gowan , and marsh - marigold , farewell ! Whom from the borders of the Lake we brought , And placed together near our rocky Well . " We go ...
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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!