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Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth, Vol. 1 (of 2)
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Dorothy Wordsworth
38
Monday,
October
2nd.--William
called
at
Klopstock's
to
inquire
the
road
into
Saxony.
Bought
Burgher's
poems,
the
price
6
marks.
Sate
an
hour
at
Remnant's.
Bought
Percy's
ancient
poetry,
14
marks.
Walked
on
the
ramparts;
a
very
fine
morning.
III
DOROTHY
WORDSWORTH'S
JOURNAL
WRITTEN
AT
GRASMERE
(14TH
MAY
TO
21ST
DECEMBER
1800)
EXTRACTS
FROM
DOROTHY
WORDSWORTH'S
JOURNAL,
WRITTEN
AT
GRASMERE
May
14th,
1800.--Wm.
and
John
set
off
into
Yorkshire
after
dinner
at
half-past
two
o'clock,
cold
pork
in
their
pockets.
I
left
them
at
the
turning
of
the
Low-wood
bay
under
the
trees.
My
heart
was
so
full
that
I
could
hardly
speak
to
W.
when
I
gave
him
a
farewell
kiss.
I
sate
a
long
time
upon
a
stone
at
the
margin
of
the
lake,
and
after
a
flood
of
tears
my
heart
was
easier.
The
lake
looked
to
me,
I
knew
not
why,
dull
and
melancholy,
and
the
weltering
on
the
shores
seemed
a
heavy
sound.
I
walked
as
long
as
I
could
amongst
the
stones
of
the
shore.
The
wood
rich
in
flowers;
a
beautiful
yellow
(palish
yellow)
flower,
that
looked
thick,
round,
and
double--the
smell
very
sweet
(I
supposed
it
was
a
ranunculus),
crowfoot,
the
grassy-leaved
rabbit-looking
white
flower,
strawberries,
geraniums,
scentless
violets,
anemones,
two
kinds
of
orchises,
primroses,
the
heckberry
very
beautiful,
the
crab
coming
out
as
a
low
shrub.
Met
an
old
man,
driving
a
very
large
beautiful
bull,
and
a
cow.
He
walked
with
two
sticks.
Came
home
by
Clappersgate.
The
valley
very
green;
many
sweet
views
up
to
Rydale,
when
I
could
juggle
away
the
fine
houses;
but
they
disturbed
me,
even
more
than
when
I
have
been
happier;
one
beautiful
view
of
the
bridge,
without
Sir
Michael's.[16]
Sate
down
very
often,
though
it
was
cold.
I
resolved
to
write
a
journal
of
the
time,
till
W.
and
J.
return,
and
I
set
about
keeping
my
resolve,
because
I
will
not
quarrel
with
myself,
and
because
I
shall
give
William
pleasure
by
it
when
he
comes
home
again.
At
Rydale,
a
woman
of
the
village,
stout
and
well
dressed,
begged
a
half-penny.
She
had
never
she
said
done
it
before,
but
these
hard
times!
Arrived
at
home,
set
some
slips
of
privet,
the
evening
cold,
had
a
fire,
my
face
now
flame-coloured.
It
is
nine
o'clock.
I
shall
now
go
to
bed....
Oh
that
I
had
a
letter
from
William.
Marker
Marker
Fine marker
White-out
Fine white-out
Circle
Paint
Unmarker
Hand
Scalpel
Dice
Sieve
Purify
Undo
Redo
Start over
