I think one of the dullest things in the world is a letter filled with apologies for not writing sooner.
The moonlight lay upon the hills like snow. - Dorothy Wordsworth
The moonlight lay upon the hills like snow.
- 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… - 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…
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 t… - 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 t…
I found a strawberry blossom in a rock. I uprooted it rashly and felt as if I had been committing an outrage, so I planted it again. - Dorothy Wordsworth
I found a strawberry blossom in a rock. I uprooted it rashly and felt as if I had been committing an outrage, so I planted it again.
When we were in the woods beyond Gowbarrow Park we saw a few daffodils close to the waterside. But as we went along there were more and yet more and… - Dorothy Wordsworth
When we were in the woods beyond Gowbarrow Park we saw a few daffodils close to the waterside. But as we went along there were more and yet more and…
I think one of the dullest things in the world is a letter filled with apologies for not writing sooner. - Dorothy Wordsworth
The columbine ... is a graceful slender creature, a female seeking retirement, and growing freest and most graceful where it is most alone. I observe… - Dorothy Wordsworth
The columbine ... is a graceful slender creature, a female seeking retirement, and growing freest and most graceful where it is most alone. I observe…
I've been a dweller on the plains, have sighed when summer days were gone; No more I'll sigh; for winter here Hath gladsome gardens of his own. - Dorothy Wordsworth
I've been a dweller on the plains, have sighed when summer days were gone; No more I'll sigh; for winter here Hath gladsome gardens of his own.
An injudicious and malignant enemy often serves the cause he means to injure; but a feeble friend never attains that end. - Dorothy Wordsworth
An injudicious and malignant enemy often serves the cause he means to injure; but a feeble friend never attains that end.
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