Journals of Dorothy WordsworthMacmillan and Company, limited, 1925 - 544 strán (strany) |
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Strana x
... archaic spelling of many of the names of places , such as - Lanerk , Ulswater , Strath Eyer , Loch Ketterine , Inversneyde , etc. , are retained . These Recollections of the Tour made in Scotland were not X PREFATORY NOTE.
... archaic spelling of many of the names of places , such as - Lanerk , Ulswater , Strath Eyer , Loch Ketterine , Inversneyde , etc. , are retained . These Recollections of the Tour made in Scotland were not X PREFATORY NOTE.
Strana xv
... Loch Fyne , and up the Clyde ; thence on the coach to Lanark ; and from Lanark to Moffat in a cart . There we stopped two days , my companion being an invalid ; and she fancied the waters might cure her , but a bathing - place which ...
... Loch Fyne , and up the Clyde ; thence on the coach to Lanark ; and from Lanark to Moffat in a cart . There we stopped two days , my companion being an invalid ; and she fancied the waters might cure her , but a bathing - place which ...
Strana 161
... Loch Achray 252 • 225 Return to Ferryman's hut • 253 Loch Lomond Luss II . Islands of Loch Lomond Third Week 14. Left Loch Ketterine Garrison House - Highland Girls Ferryhouse at Inversneyde Poem to the Highland Girl Return to Tarbet 15 ...
... Loch Achray 252 • 225 Return to Ferryman's hut • 253 Loch Lomond Luss II . Islands of Loch Lomond Third Week 14. Left Loch Ketterine Garrison House - Highland Girls Ferryhouse at Inversneyde Poem to the Highland Girl Return to Tarbet 15 ...
Strana 162
... Loch Dochart 22. Killin . Loch Tay • 324 net . 325 Fourth Week Rivers Tummel and Garry Fascally Fall of Tummel . 341 · 323 25. Pass of Killicrankie - Son 342 343 344 326 Dunkeld 345 327 Fall of the Bran . 346 Tummel . 23 . Kenmore Lord ...
... Loch Dochart 22. Killin . Loch Tay • 324 net . 325 Fourth Week Rivers Tummel and Garry Fascally Fall of Tummel . 341 · 323 25. Pass of Killicrankie - Son 342 343 344 326 Dunkeld 345 327 Fall of the Bran . 346 Tummel . 23 . Kenmore Lord ...
Strana 188
... Loch Lomond , Ben Lomond and another , distinct each by itself . Not far from the roadside were some benches placed in rows in the middle of a large field , with a sort of covered shed like a sentry - box , but much more like those ...
... Loch Lomond , Ben Lomond and another , distinct each by itself . Not far from the roadside were some benches placed in rows in the middle of a large field , with a sort of covered shed like a sentry - box , but much more like those ...
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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...