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