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Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth, Vol. 1 (of 2)
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Dorothy Wordsworth
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30th.--William
called
me
into
the
garden
to
observe
a
singular
appearance
about
the
moon.
A
perfect
rainbow,
within
the
bow
one
star,
only
of
colours
more
vivid.
The
semi-circle
soon
became
a
complete
circle,
and
in
the
course
of
three
or
four
minutes
the
whole
faded
away.
Walked
to
the
blacksmith's
and
the
baker's;
an
uninteresting
evening.
31st.--Set
forward
to
Stowey
at
half-past
five.
A
violent
storm
in
the
wood;
sheltered
under
the
hollies.
When
we
left
home
the
moon
immensely
large,
the
sky
scattered
over
with
clouds.
These
soon
closed
in,
contracting
the
dimensions
of
the
moon
without
concealing
her.
The
sound
of
the
pattering
shower,
and
the
gusts
of
wind,
very
grand.
Left
the
wood
when
nothing
remained
of
the
storm
but
the
driving
wind,
and
a
few
scattering
drops
of
rain.
Presently
all
clear,
Venus
first
showing
herself
between
the
struggling
clouds;
afterwards
Jupiter
appeared.
The
hawthorn
hedges,
black
and
pointed,
glittering
with
millions
of
diamond
drops;
the
hollies
shining
with
broader
patches
of
light.
The
road
to
the
village
of
Holford
glittered
like
another
stream.
On
our
return,
the
wind
high--a
violent
storm
of
hail
and
rain
at
the
Castle
of
Comfort.
All
the
Heavens
seemed
in
one
perpetual
motion
when
the
rain
ceased;
the
moon
appearing,
now
half
veiled,
and
now
retired
behind
heavy
clouds,
the
stars
still
moving,
the
roads
very
dirty.
February
1st.--About
two
hours
before
dinner,
set
forward
towards
Mr.
Bartholemew's.[4]
The
wind
blew
so
keen
in
our
faces
that
we
felt
ourselves
inclined
to
seek
the
covert
of
the
wood.
There
we
had
a
warm
shelter,
gathered
a
burthen
of
large
rotten
boughs
blown
down
by
the
wind
of
the
preceding
night.
The
sun
shone
clear,
but
all
at
once
a
heavy
blackness
hung
over
the
sea.
The
trees
almost
roared,
and
the
ground
seemed
in
motion
with
the
multitudes
of
dancing
leaves,
which
made
a
rustling
sound,
distinct
from
that
of
the
trees.
Still
the
asses
pastured
in
quietness
under
the
hollies,
undisturbed
by
these
forerunners
of
the
storm.
The
wind
beat
furiously
against
us
as
we
returned.
Full
moon.
She
rose
in
uncommon
majesty
over
the
sea,
slowly
ascending
through
the
clouds.
Sat
with
the
window
open
an
hour
in
the
moonlight.
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