Dorothy Wordsworth Quotes

#1. An injudicious and malignant enemy often serves the cause he means to injure; but a feeble friend never attains that end.

Dorothy Wordsworth

#2. 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

#3. I think one of the dullest things in the world is a letter filled with apologies for not writing sooner.

Dorothy Wordsworth

#4. 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

#5. 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

#6. The moon had the old moon in her arms ...

Dorothy Wordsworth

#7. The moon shone like herrings in the water.

Dorothy Wordsworth

#8. The moonlight lay upon the hills like snow.

Dorothy Wordsworth

#9. 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

#10. 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

#11. 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

#12. 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

#13. 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

#14. 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

#15. Every question was like the snapping of a little thread about my heart.

Dorothy Wordsworth