It was the moon and the moonlight seen through hurrying driving clouds immediately behind the Stone- Man upon the top of the hill, on the forest side. In the afternoon we walked to Rydale with our letter — found no letter there. I saw a robin chasing a scarlet butterfly this morning. William determined to go to Eusemere on Monday. The Text The following is a selection from The Grasmere Journal dates April 1 — June 30, 1802. Burkes attempt to justify the Monarchy of the French revolution through the age old excuse of patriotic duty rather than natural feelings and common sense. A sunny, cold, frosty day.
Though this could hardly have been a surprise to Dorothy, she must have felt a great sense of loss. Miss Simpson called — Tamar brought me some berries. When the sun had got low enough, we went to the Rock Shade. The sense of place in the Grasmere Journals is startlingly vivid, the matter-of-fact accounts of cooking, gardening imagine Wm tying up the scarlet runners! But there was a thrush not far ofF, that seemed to sing louder and clearer than the thrushes had sung when it was quite day. They laughed long after we were gone, perhaps half in wantonness, half boldness. Lots of tenderly, closely observed skies, lakes, birds, mosses, flowers. The wild guelder-rose is coming out, and the wild roses.
Thomas Wilkinson came with me to Barton, and questioned me like a catechizer all the way. Molly tells me they had thick ice on a jug at their door last night. I could hardly help laughing outright at him. The liveliness of these entries — the walks, the meals, and the visits from friends — help to construct a engaging persona for D. Even though Levin is working with some obvious space constraints in creating this student edition, it is surprising that Levin would excise these descriptive passages, as they would invariably aid in her quest to establishing D.
William was walking when we came in — he had slept miserably for 2 nights past, so we all went to bed soon. O, thought what a beautiful thing God has made winter to be, by stripping the trees,- and letting us see their shapes and forms. Two very different streams of thought contended that either man embraced the time held traditions of their forefathers or that they accept that a new enlightened age was coming complete with new ideas of equality. He now wears the same coat he had on at that time. I brought it in a basket. After he was in bed, haunted with altering The Rainbow.
Skobbies, robins, bull-finches, and crows, now and then flew over our heads, as we were warned by the sound of the beating of the air above. I recopied The Pedlar, but poor Wm. A sailor begged here to-day, going- to Glasgow. He had got well to Eusemere. I wrote it down and the other poems, and I read them all over to him.
William tired himself with seeking an epithet for the cuckoo. I slept pretty well, but William has got no sleep. We passed a pair of twin children, two years old. There was an Apline, fire-like red upon the tops of the mountains. Now a heavy shower comes on, and I guess we shall not walk at all.
Did not go in, and went round by the fields. Clarkson part of a letter. We both set forward at five o'clock. On our return it broke a little out, and we saw here and there a star. The Michaelmas daisy droops, the pansies are full of flowers, the ashes still green all but one, but they have lost many of their leaves. I accompanied them to the thorn beside Rydale water. Thirlemere was very beautiful, even more so than in summer.
It rained a little, and rained afterwards all the afternoon. He then notes that the flowers are continuous and they stretch into a never-ending line along the margin to the bay. At breakfast William wrote part of an ode. William lay on his back on the seat. 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 wrote to Coleridge, sent off reviews and poems.
These are the first words she wrote into it: January 20th 1798. The sun shone, but it was cold. Deer in Gowbarrow park like skeletons. . Certain ideas are manifested in the poems and essays of the Romantic Period that either support or oppose customs of old. A Passionate Sisterhood: Wives, Sisters and Daughters of the Lakeland Poets.
Others spread out like a peacock's tail, and some went right forward this -fray and that in all directions. He had been very ill. Before we got to the foot of Kirkstone, there were hundreds of cattle in the vale. We rested several times by the way, read, and repeated The Leech Gatherer. After tea read The Pedlar. A windy morning — rough lake — sun shines — very cold — a windy night. Then I came into the other room, and I read the first book of Paradise Lost.