Dorothy Wordsworth: The Story of a Sister's LoveJ. Clarke & Company, 1886 - 214 psl. |
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... cottage and call it our own , we should be the happiest of human beings . I see my brother fired with the idea of leading his sister to such a retreat . Our parlour is in a moment furnished ; our garden is adorned by magic ; the roses ...
... cottage and call it our own , we should be the happiest of human beings . I see my brother fired with the idea of leading his sister to such a retreat . Our parlour is in a moment furnished ; our garden is adorned by magic ; the roses ...
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... cottage , Wordsworth writes : " I will write to my uncle , and tell him I cannot think of going any- where before I have been with you . Whatever answer he gives me , I certainly will make a point of once more mingling my transports ...
... cottage , Wordsworth writes : " I will write to my uncle , and tell him I cannot think of going any- where before I have been with you . Whatever answer he gives me , I certainly will make a point of once more mingling my transports ...
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... only to be ended by death . It was here also that Wordsworth composed his tragedy The Borderers and " The Ruined Cottage , " which latter poem afterwards formed the first part of the " Excur- RACEDOWN AND ALFOXDEN . 23.
... only to be ended by death . It was here also that Wordsworth composed his tragedy The Borderers and " The Ruined Cottage , " which latter poem afterwards formed the first part of the " Excur- RACEDOWN AND ALFOXDEN . 23.
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... Cottage , ' with which he was much delighted ; and after tea he repeated to us two acts and a half of his tragedy Osorio . The next morning William read his tragedy The Borderers . " The following description of Coleridge , from the pen ...
... Cottage , ' with which he was much delighted ; and after tea he repeated to us two acts and a half of his tragedy Osorio . The next morning William read his tragedy The Borderers . " The following description of Coleridge , from the pen ...
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... cottage , and passing wishes that such a place might be found out . We spent a fortnight at Coleridge's : in the course of that time we heard that this house was to let , applied for it , and took it . Our principal inducement was ...
... cottage , and passing wishes that such a place might be found out . We spent a fortnight at Coleridge's : in the course of that time we heard that this house was to let , applied for it , and took it . Our principal inducement was ...
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78 psl. - 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.
26 psl. - 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!
26 psl. - 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...
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121 psl. - 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...
x psl. - 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.
53 psl. - 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...
24 psl. - 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.
95 psl. - 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!