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Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth, Vol. 1 (of 2)
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Dorothy Wordsworth
135
[Footnote
64:
See
vol.
ii.
p.
300.--ED.]
[Footnote
65:
"Resigned"
is
curiously
used
in
the
Lake
District.
A
woman
there
once
told
me
that
Mr.
Ruskin
was
"very
much
resigned
to
his
own
company."--ED.]
Saturday,
May
1st.--Rose
not
till
half-past
8,
a
heavenly
morning.
As
soon
as
breakfast
was
over,
we
went
into
the
garden,
and
sowed
the
scarlet
beans
about
the
house.
It
was
a
clear
sky.
I
sowed
the
flowers,
William
helped
me.
We
then
went
and
sate
in
the
orchard
till
dinner
time.
It
was
very
hot.
William
wrote
The
Celandine.[66]
We
planned
a
shed,
for
the
sun
was
too
much
for
us.
After
dinner,
we
went
again
to
our
old
resting-place
in
the
Hollins
under
the
rock.
We
first
lay
under
the
Holly,
where
we
saw
nothing
but
the
holly
tree,
and
a
budding
elm
tree
mossed,
with
the
sky
above
our
heads.
But
that
holly
tree
had
a
beauty
about
it
more
than
its
own,
knowing
as
we
did
when
we
arose.
When
the
sun
had
got
low
enough,
we
went
to
the
Rock
Shade.
Oh,
the
overwhelming
beauty
of
the
vale
below,
greener
than
green!
Two
ravens
flew
high,
high
in
the
sky,
and
the
sun
shone
upon
their
bellies
and
their
wings,
long
after
there
was
none
of
his
light
to
be
seen
but
a
little
space
on
the
top
of
Loughrigg
Fell.
Heard
the
cuckoo
to-day,
this
first
of
May.
We
went
down
to
tea
at
8
o'clock,
and
returned
after
tea.
The
landscape
was
fading:
sheep
and
lambs
quiet
among
the
rocks.
We
walked
towards
King's,
and
backwards
and
forwards.
The
sky
was
perfectly
cloudless.
N.B.
it
is
often
so.
Three
solitary
stars
in
the
middle
of
the
blue
vault,
one
or
two
on
the
points
of
the
high
hills.
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