Dorothy Wordsworth Quotes

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An injudicious and malignant enemy often serves the cause he means to injure; but a feeble friend never attains that end.

Dorothy Wordsworth
We saw a raven very high above us. It called out, and the dome of the sky seemed to echo the sound. It called again and again as it flew onwards, and the mountains gave back the sound, seeming as if from their centre; a musical bell-like answering to the bird's hoarse voice.

Dorothy Wordsworth
My Brother William was married to Mary Hutchinson…At a little after 8 o'clock I saw them go down the avenue towards the Church. William had parted from me upstairs. [deleted: I gave him the wedding ring – with how deep a blessing! I took it from my forefinger where I had worn it the whole of the night before – he slipped it again onto my finger and blessed me fervently].

Dorothy Wordsworth
I verily believe that I never took infant in my arms that did not the moment it was there by its cries beg to be removed.

Dorothy Wordsworth
The sky spread over with one continuous cloud, whitened by the light of the moon, which, though her dim shape was seen, did not throw forth so strong a light as to chequer the earth with shadows. At once the clouds seemed to cleave asunder, and left her in the centre of a black-blue vault. She sailed along, followed by multitudes of stars, small, and bright, and sharp.

Dorothy Wordsworth
Coleridge dined with us. He brought his ballad [The Ancient Mariner] finished. A beautiful evening, very starry, the horned moon.

Dorothy Wordsworth
Upon the highest ridge of that round hill covered with planted oaks, the shafts of the trees show in the light like the columns of a ruin.

Dorothy Wordsworth
The woods extremely beautiful with all autumnal variety and softness. I carried a basket for mosses, and gathered some wild plants. Oh ! that we had a book of botany. All flowers now are gay and deliciously sweet.

Dorothy Wordsworth
The days are cold, the nights are long, The North wind sings a doleful song; Then hush again upon my breast; All merry things are now at rest, Save thee, my pretty love!

Dorothy Wordsworth
She had got up behind the chaise and her cloak had been caught by the wheel and was jammed in and it hung there. She was crying after it. Poor thing. Mr. Graham took her into the chaise and the cloak was released from the wheel but the child's misery did not cease for her cloak was torn to rags; it had been a miserable cloak before, but she had no other and it was the greatest sorrow that could befal her. Her name was Alice Fell.

Dorothy Wordsworth
I never saw daffodils so beautiful. They grew among the mossy stones about and above them; some rested their heads upon these stones, as on a pillow, for weariness...

Dorothy Wordsworth
Scotland is the country above all others that I have seen, in which a man of imagination may carve out his own pleasures; there are so many inhabited solitudes.

Dorothy Wordsworth
I found a strawberry blossom in a rock. The little slender flower had more courage than the green leaves, for they were but half expanded and half grown, but the blossom was spread full out. I uprooted it rashly, and I felt as if I had been committing an outrage, so I planted it again. It will have but a stormy life of it, but let it live if it can.

Dorothy Wordsworth
Every question was like the snapping of a little thread about my heart.

Dorothy Wordsworth
Mary first met us in the avenue. She looked so fat and well that we were made very happy by the sight of her...

Dorothy Wordsworth
One only leaf upon the top of a tree - the sole remaining leaf - danced round and round like a rag blown by the wind.

Dorothy Wordsworth
I think one of the dullest things in the world is a letter filled with apologies for not writing sooner.

Dorothy Wordsworth
When we were in the woods beyond Gowbarrow park we saw a few daffodils close to the water side…At last under the boughs of the trees, we saw that there was a long belt of them [deleted: the end we did not see] along the shore, about the breadth of a country turnpike road. 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 and seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind that blew upon them over the lake, they looked so gay ever glancing ever changing.

Dorothy Wordsworth
It is a pleasure to a real lover of Nature to give winter all the glory he can, for summer will make its own way, and speak its own praises.

Dorothy Wordsworth