The days are cold, the nights are long, The North wind sings a doleful song; Then hush again upon my breast; All merry things are now at rest, Save thee, my pretty love! Dorothy Wordsworth More Quotes by Dorothy Wordsworth More Quotes From Dorothy Wordsworth It is a pleasure to a real lover of Nature to give winter all the glory he can, for summer will make its own way, and speak its own praises. Dorothy Wordsworth naturerealsummer I never saw daffodils so beautiful. They grew among the mossy stones about and above them; some rested their heads upon these stones, as on a pillow, for weariness. Dorothy Wordsworth sawsstonesbeautiful When we were in the woods beyond Gowbarrow Park we saw a few daffodils close to the waterside. But as we went along there were more and yet more and at last under the boughs of the trees, we saw that there was a long belt of them along the shore, about the breadth of a county turnpike toad. I never saw daffodils so beautiful. They grew about the mossy stones about and about them, some rested their heads upon these stones as on a pillow for weariness and the rest tossed and reeled and danced and seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind that blew upon them over the lake. Dorothy Wordsworth journeyspringbeautiful I've been a dweller on the plains, have sighed when summer days were gone; No more I'll sigh; for winter here Hath gladsome gardens of his own. Dorothy Wordsworth gardensummerwinter An injudicious and malignant enemy often serves the cause he means to injure; but a feeble friend never attains that end. Dorothy Wordsworth causesmeanenemy Scotland is the country above all others that I have seen, in which a man of imagination may carve out his own pleasures; there are so many inhabited solitudes. Dorothy Wordsworth scotlandmencountry The moonlight lay upon the hills like snow. Dorothy Wordsworth hillsmoonsnow I think one of the dullest things in the world is a letter filled with apologies for not writing sooner. Dorothy Wordsworth apologywritingthinking I found a strawberry blossom in a rock. I uprooted it rashly and felt as if I had been committing an outrage, so I planted it again. Dorothy Wordsworth outragerocksmay 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. Dorothy Wordsworth rocksflowerhalf Upon the highest ridge of that round hill covered with planted oaks, the shafts of the trees show in the light like the columns of a ruin. Dorothy Wordsworth ruinslighttree I went through the fields, and sat for an hour afraid to pass a cow. The cow looked at me, and I looked at the cow, and whenever I stirred the cow gave over eating. Dorothy Wordsworth cowsfieldseating The moon shone like herrings in the water. Dorothy Wordsworth herringmoonwater The columbine ... is a graceful slender creature, a female seeking retirement, and growing freest and most graceful where it is most alone. I observed that the more shaded plants were always the tallest. Dorothy Wordsworth growingfemaleretirement I verily believe that I never took infant in my arms that did not the moment it was there by its cries beg to be removed. Dorothy Wordsworth armscrybelieve Every question was like the snapping of a little thread about my heart. Dorothy Wordsworth snappingheartlittles The moon had the old moon in her arms. Dorothy Wordsworth armsmoon
