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Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth, Vol. 1 (of 2)
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Dorothy Wordsworth
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Tuesday,
6th
July.--
...
We
set
off
towards
Rydale
for
letters.
The
rain
met
us
at
the
top
of
the
White
Moss,
and
it
came
on
very
heavily
afterwards.
It
drove
past
Nab
Scar
in
a
substantial
shape,
as
if
going
to
Grasmere
was
as
far
as
it
could
go....
The
swallows
have
completed
their
beautiful
nest....
Wednesday,
7th.--
...
Walked
on
the
White
Moss.
Glow-worms.
Well
for
them
children
are
in
bed
when
they
shine.
Thursday,
8th.--
...
When
I
was
coming
home,
a
post-chaise
passed
with
a
little
girl
behind
in
a
patched,
ragged
cloak.
In
the
afternoon,
after
we
had
talked
a
little,
William
fell
asleep.
I
read
the
Winter's
Tale;
then
I
went
to
bed,
but
did
not
sleep.
The
swallows
stole
in
and
out
of
their
nest,
and
sate
there,
whiles
quite
still,
whiles
they
sung
low
for
two
minutes
or
more,
at
a
time
just
like
a
muffled
robin.
William
was
looking
at
The
Pedlar
when
I
got
up.
He
arranged
it,
and
after
tea
I
wrote
it
out--280
lines....
The
moon
was
behind.
William
hurried
me
out
in
hopes
that
I
should
see
her.
We
walked
first
to
the
top
of
the
hill
to
see
Rydale.
It
was
dark
and
dull,
but
our
own
vale
was
very
solemn--the
shape
of
Helm
Crag
was
quite
distinct,
though
black.
We
walked
backwards
and
forwards
on
the
White
Moss
path;
there
was
a
sky-like
white
brightness
on
the
lake.
The
Wyke
cottage
right
at
the
foot
of
Silver
How.
Glow-worms
out,
but
not
so
numerous
as
last
night.
O,
beautiful
place!
Dear
Mary,
William.
The
hour
is
come
...
I
must
prepare
to
go.
The
swallows,
I
must
leave
them,
the
wall,
the
garden,
the
roses,
all.
Dear
creatures!
they
sang
last
night
after
I
was
in
bed;
seemed
to
be
singing
to
one
another,
just
before
they
settled
to
rest
for
the
night.
Well,
I
must
go.
Farewell.[71]
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