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Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth, Vol. 1 (of 2)
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Dorothy Wordsworth
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Others
spread
out
like
a
peacock's
tail,
and
some
went
right
forward
this
way
and
that
in
all
directions.
The
lake
was
still
where
these
breezes
were
not,
but
they
made
it
all
alive.
I
found
a
strawberry
blossom
in
a
rock.
The
little
slender
flower
had
more
courage
than
the
green
leaves,
for
they
were
but
half
expanded
and
half
grown,
but
the
blossom
was
spread
full
out.
I
uprooted
it
rashly,
and
I
felt
as
if
I
had
been
committing
an
outrage,
so
I
planted
it
again.
It
will
have
but
a
stormy
life
of
it,
but
let
it
live
if
it
can.
We
found
Calvert
here.
I
brought
a
handkerchief
full
of
mosses,
which
I
placed
on
the
chimneypiece
when
Calvert
was
gone.
He
dined
with
us,
and
carried
away
the
encyclopædias.
After
they
were
gone,
I
spent
some
time
in
trying
to
reconcile
myself
to
the
change,
and
in
rummaging
out
and
arranging
some
other
books
in
their
places.
One
good
thing
is
this--there
is
a
nice
elbow
place
for
Wm.,
and
he
may
sit
for
the
picture
of
John
Bunyan
any
day.
Mr.
Simpson
drank
tea
with
us.
We
paid
our
rent
to
Benson....
[Footnote
48:
Compare
the
poem
To
the
Clouds,
vol.
viii.
p.
142,
and
the
Fenwick
note
to
that
poem.--ED.]
[Footnote
49:
This
still
exists,
but
is
known
to
few.--ED.]
Monday,
February
1st.--Wm.
slept
badly.
I
baked
bread.
William
worked
hard
at
The
Pedlar,
and
tired
himself....
There
was
a
purplish
light
upon
Mr.
Olliff's
house,
which
made
me
look
to
the
other
side
of
the
vale,
when
I
saw
a
strange
stormy
mist
coming
down
the
side
of
Silver
How
of
a
reddish
purple
colour.
It
soon
came
on
a
heavy
rain....
A
box
with
books
came
from
London.
I
sate
by
W.'s
bedside,
and
read
in
The
Pleasures
of
Hope
to
him,
which
came
in
the
box.
He
could
not
fall
asleep.
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