Dorothy Wordsworth

The moon shone like herrings in the water.

— Dorothy Wordsworth

The columbine ... is a graceful slender creature, a female seeking retirement, and growing freest and most graceful where it is most…

— Dorothy Wordsworth

The moon had the old moon in her arms.

— Dorothy Wordsworth

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

— Dorothy Wordsworth

When we were in the woods beyond Gowbarrow Park we saw a few daffodils close to the waterside. But as we went…

— Dorothy Wordsworth

I found a strawberry blossom in a rock. I uprooted it rashly and felt as if I had been committing an outrage,…

— Dorothy Wordsworth

I never saw daffodils so beautiful. They grew among the mossy stones about and above them; some rested their heads upon these…

— Dorothy Wordsworth

The moonlight lay upon the hills like snow.

— Dorothy Wordsworth

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

— Dorothy Wordsworth

I found a strawberry blossom in a rock. The little slender flower had more courage than the green leaves, for they were…

— Dorothy Wordsworth

It is a pleasure to a real lover of Nature to give winter all the glory he can, for summer will make…

— Dorothy Wordsworth

I've been a dweller on the plains, have sighed when summer days were gone; No more I'll sigh; for winter here Hath…

— Dorothy Wordsworth

Upon the highest ridge of that round hill covered with planted oaks, the shafts of the trees show in the light like…

— Dorothy Wordsworth

I went through the fields, and sat for an hour afraid to pass a cow. The cow looked at me, and I…

— Dorothy Wordsworth

The days are cold, the nights are long, The North wind sings a doleful song; Then hush again upon my breast; All…

— Dorothy Wordsworth

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

— Dorothy Wordsworth

I verily believe that I never took infant in my arms that did not the moment it was there by its cries…

— Dorothy Wordsworth

Scotland is the country above all others that I have seen, in which a man of imagination may carve out his own…

— Dorothy Wordsworth