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