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Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth, Vol. 1 (of 2)
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Dorothy Wordsworth
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Sunday
Morning.--A
very
fine,
clear
frost.
I
stitched
up
The
Pedlar;
wrote
out
Ruth;
read
it
with
the
alterations,
then
wrote
Mary
H.
Read
a
little
German,
...
and
in
came
William,
I
did
not
expect
him
till
to-morrow.
How
glad
I
was.
After
we
had
talked
about
an
hour,
I
gave
him
his
dinner.
We
sate
talking
and
happy.
He
brought
two
new
stanzas
of
Ruth....
Monday
Morning.--A
soft
rain
and
mist.
We
walked
to
Rydale
for
letters.
The
Vale
looked
very
beautiful
in
excessive
simplicity,
yet,
at
the
same
time,
in
uncommon
obscurity.
The
Church
stood
alone--mountains
behind.
The
meadows
looked
calm
and
rich,
bordering
on
the
still
lake.
Nothing
else
to
be
seen
but
lake
and
island....
On
Friday
evening
the
moon
hung
over
the
northern
side
of
the
highest
point
of
Silver
How,
like
a
gold
ring
snapped
in
two,
and
shaven
off
at
the
ends.
Within
this
ring
lay
the
circle
of
the
round
moon,
as
distinctly
to
be
seen
as
ever
the
enlightened
moon
is.
William
had
observed
the
same
appearance
at
Keswick,
perhaps
at
the
very
same
moment,
hanging
over
the
Newland
Fells.
Sent
off
a
letter
to
Mary
H.,
also
to
Coleridge,
and
Sara,
and
rewrote
in
the
evening
the
alterations
of
Ruth,
which
we
sent
off
at
the
same
time.
Tuesday
Morning.--William
was
reading
in
Ben
Jonson.
He
read
me
a
beautiful
poem
on
Love....
We
sate
by
the
fire
in
the
evening,
and
read
The
Pedlar
over.
William
worked
a
little,
and
altered
it
in
a
few
places....
Marker
Marker
Fine marker
White-out
Fine white-out
Circle
Paint
Unmarker
Hand
Scalpel
Dice
Sieve
Purify
Undo
Redo
Start over
