Journals of Dorothy WordsworthMacmillan and Company, limited, 1925 - 544 strán (strany) |
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Strana 7
... Coleridge over the hills . The sea at first obscured by vapour ; that vapour afterwards slid in one mighty mass along the sea - shore ; the islands and one point of land clear beyond it . The distant country ( which was purple in the ...
... Coleridge over the hills . The sea at first obscured by vapour ; that vapour afterwards slid in one mighty mass along the sea - shore ; the islands and one point of land clear beyond it . The distant country ( which was purple in the ...
Strana 8
... Coleridge near to Stowey . The day pleasant , but cloudy . 12th . - Walked alone to Stowey . Returned in the evening with Coleridge . A mild , pleasant , cloudy day . 13th . - Walked with Coleridge through the wood . A mild and pleasant ...
... Coleridge near to Stowey . The day pleasant , but cloudy . 12th . - Walked alone to Stowey . Returned in the evening with Coleridge . A mild , pleasant , cloudy day . 13th . - Walked with Coleridge through the wood . A mild and pleasant ...
Strana 10
... Coleridge came in the morning , which pre- vented our walking . Wm . went through the wood with him towards Stowey ; a very stormy night . 22nd . — Coleridge came in the morning to dinner . Wm . and I walked after dinner to Woodlands ...
... Coleridge came in the morning , which pre- vented our walking . Wm . went through the wood with him towards Stowey ; a very stormy night . 22nd . — Coleridge came in the morning to dinner . Wm . and I walked after dinner to Woodlands ...
Strana 11
... Coleridge came in the morning , and Mr. and Mrs. Cruikshank1 ; walked with Coleridge nearly to Stowey after dinner . A very clear afternoon . We lay sidelong upon the turf , and gazed on the landscape till it melted into more than ...
... Coleridge came in the morning , and Mr. and Mrs. Cruikshank1 ; walked with Coleridge nearly to Stowey after dinner . A very clear afternoon . We lay sidelong upon the turf , and gazed on the landscape till it melted into more than ...
Strana 12
... Coleridge in the evening . William went with me to the wood . Coleridge very ill . It was a mild , pleasant afternoon , but the evening became very foggy ; when I was near Wood- lands , the fog overhead became thin , and I saw the ...
... Coleridge in the evening . William went with me to the wood . Coleridge very ill . It was a mild , pleasant afternoon , but the evening became very foggy ; when I was near Wood- lands , the fog overhead became thin , and I saw the ...
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Alfoxden Ambleside appeared Arrochar ascended banks beautiful Ben Lomond boat breakfast bridge bright Callander Castle cattle cheerful church clouds cold Coleridge colour corn cottages crags crossed delightful dinner distance door Dorothy Wordsworth fields flowers foot Friday garden glen Glen Coe Grasmere green grey ground head Highland hills horse Inveroran island Jedburgh Keswick lake Leadhills Loch Achray Loch Etive Loch Lomond Loch Voil Lomond looked Loughrigg Fell Mary Meiringen miles morning mountains narrow night o'clock passed Patterdale pleasant pleasure poem pretty prospect rain reached river road rocks rocky ruin Rydale sate scattered scene Scotland seemed seen shore side sight snow spot stands steep stone stream Sunday sunshine Thursday told tower town travellers trees Trossachs Tuesday vale valley village walked walls wild William wind woman wood woody Wordsworth wrote
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Strana 366 - Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending; — I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
Strana 365 - Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Strana 260 - 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...
Strana 366 - For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Strana 359 - What need of books? Burn all the statutes and their shelves : They stir us up against our kind ; And worse, against ourselves. We have a passion — make a law, Too false to guide us or control ! And for the law itself we fight In bitterness of soul. And, puzzled, blinded thus, we lose Distinctions that are plain and few : These find I graven on my heart : That tells me what to do.
Strana 96 - The thought first came upon him as we were talking about the pleasure we both always feel at the sight of a Butterfly. I told him that I used to chase them a little but that I was afraid of brushing the dust off their wings, and did not catch them — He told me how they used to kill all the white ones when he went to school because they were frenchmen.
Strana 366 - Of Travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands: A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird, Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
Strana 163 - Is there a man whose judgment clear, Can others teach the course to steer, Yet runs, himself, life's mad career, Wild as the wave; Here pause — and, thro' the starting tear, Survey this grave.
Strana 315 - The immeasurable height Of woods decaying, never to be decayed, The stationary blasts of waterfalls, And in the narrow rent, at every turn, Winds thwarting winds bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black drizzling crags that spake by the way-side As if a voice were in them...
Strana 315 - And in the narrow rent, at every turn, Winds thwarting winds bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black drizzling crags that spake by the way-side As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect of the raving stream, The unfettered clouds and region of the heavens, Tumult and peace, the darkness and the...