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 WordsworthThe 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 WordsworthThe 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 WordsworthI'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