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Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth, Vol. 1 (of 2)
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Dorothy Wordsworth
142
Friday,
14th
May.--A
very
cold
morning--hail
and
snow
showers
all
day.
We
went
to
Brothers
wood,
intending
to
get
plants,
and
to
go
along
the
shore
of
the
lake
to
the
foot.
We
did
go
a
part
of
the
way,
but
there
was
no
pleasure
in
stepping
along
that
difficult
sauntering
road
in
this
ungenial
weather.
We
turned
again,
and
walked
backwards
and
forwards
in
Brothers
wood.
William
tired
himself
with
seeking
an
epithet
for
the
cuckoo.
I
sate
a
while
upon
my
last
summer
seat,
the
mossy
stone.
William's,
unoccupied,
beside
me,
and
the
space
between,
where
Coleridge
has
so
often
lain.
The
oak
trees
are
just
putting
forth
yellow
knots
of
leaves.
The
ashes
with
their
flowers
passing
away,
and
leaves
coming
out;
the
blue
hyacinth
is
not
quite
full
blown;
gowans
are
coming
out;
marsh
marigolds
in
full
glory;
the
little
star
plant,
a
star
without
a
flower.
We
took
home
a
great
load
of
gowans,
and
planted
them
about
the
orchard.
After
dinner,
I
worked
bread,
then
came
and
mended
stockings
beside
William;
he
fell
asleep.
After
tea
I
walked
to
Rydale
for
letters.
It
was
a
strange
night.
The
hills
were
covered
over
with
a
slight
covering
of
hail
or
snow,
just
so
as
to
give
them
a
hoary
winter
look
with
the
black
rocks.
The
woods
looked
miserable,
the
coppices
green
as
grass,
which
looked
quite
unnatural,
and
they
seemed
half
shrivelled
up,
as
if
they
shrank
from
the
air.
O,
thought
I!
what
a
beautiful
thing
God
has
made
winter
to
be,
by
stripping
the
trees,
and
letting
us
see
their
shapes
and
forms.
What
a
freedom
does
it
seem
to
give
to
the
storms!
There
were
several
new
flowers
out,
but
I
had
no
pleasure
in
looking
at
them.
I
walked
as
fast
as
I
could
back
again
with
my
letter
from
S.
H....
Met
William
at
the
top
of
White
Moss....
Near
ten
when
we
came
in.
William
and
Molly
had
dug
the
ground
and
planted
potatoes
in
my
absence.
We
wrote
to
Coleridge;
sent
off
bread
and
frocks
to
the
C.'s.
Went
to
bed
at
half-past
eleven.
William
very
nervous.
After
he
was
in
bed,
haunted
with
altering
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