Dorothy Wordsworth Grasmere Journal 1800 (Part 2)

Wm. and John set off into Yorkshire after dinner at half-past two o’clock, cold pork in their pockets. I left them at the turning of the Low-wood bay under the trees. My heart was so full that I could hardly speak to W. when I gave him a farewell kiss. I sate a long time upon a stone at the margin of the lake, and after a flood of tears my heart was easier. The lake looked to me, I knew not why, dull and melancholy, and the weltering on the shores seemed a heavy sound. I walked as long as I could amongst the stones of the shore. The wood rich in flowers; a beautiful yellow (palish yellow) flower, that looked thick, round, and double–the smell very sweet (I supposed it was a ranunculus), crowfoot, the grassy-leaved rabbit-looking white flower, strawberries, geraniums, scentless violets, anemones, two kinds of orchises, primroses, the heckberry very beautiful, the crab coming out as a low shrub. Met an old man, driving a very large beautiful bull, and a cow. He walked with two sticks. Came home by Clappersgate. The valley very green; many sweet views up to Rydale, when I could juggle away the fine houses; but they disturbed me, even more than when I have been happier; one beautiful view of the bridge, without Sir Michael’s.

Sate down very often, though it was cold. I resolved to write a journal of the time, till W. and J. return, and I set about keeping my resolve, because I will not quarrel with myself, and because I shall give William pleasure by it when he comes home again. At Rydale, a woman of the village, stout and well dressed, begged a half-penny. She had never she said done it before, but these hard times! Arrived at home, set some slips of privet, the evening cold, had a fire, my face now flame-coloured. It is nine o’clock. I shall now go to bed…. Oh that I had a letter from William.

Note: Alfoxton House in Somerset and Dove Cottage in Grasmere are separated by a distance of approximately 250 miles. This significant gap reflects the transition in Dorothy Wordsworth’s life, from the Quantock Hills of southern England to the heart of the Lake District in the north.

Note: William and John Wordsworth set off to Yorkshire, a journey possibly centered on York or the picturesque Yorkshire Dales. While Dorothy’s journal doesn’t specify their destination, the Wordsworths’ appreciation for natural beauty and cultural landmarks suggests they were drawn to places reflecting these interests.

Note: Below is the possible route to Clappersgate. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Note: The map below shows the distance between the Dove Cottage and Rydal. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Friday Morning, 16th. Warm and mild, after a fine night of rain… The woods extremely beautiful with all autumnal variety and softness. I carried a basket for mosses, and gathered some wild plants. Oh! that we had a book of botany. All flowers now are gay and deliciously sweet. The primrose still prominent; the later flowers and the shiny foxgloves very tall, with their heads budding. I went forward round the lake at the foot of Loughrigg Fell. I was much amused with the busyness of a pair of stone-chats; their restless voices as they skimmed along the water, following each other, their shadows under them, and their returning back to the stones on the shore, chirping with the same unwearied voice. Could not cross the water, so I went round by the stepping-stones… Rydale was very beautiful, with spear-shaped streaks of polished steel…. Grasmere very solemn in the last glimpse of twilight. It calls home the heart to quietness. I had been very melancholy. In my walk back I had many of my saddest thoughts, and I could not keep the tears within me. But when I came to Grasmere I felt that it did me good. I finished my letter to M. H…

Note: Below is the possible route to Loughrigg Fell. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Saturday. Incessant rain from morning till night… Worked hard, and read “Midsummer Night’s Dream”, and ballads. Sauntered a little in the garden. The blackbird sate quietly in its nest, rocked by the wind, and beaten by the rain.

Sunday, 18th. Went to church, slight showers, a cold air. The mountains from this window look much greener, and I think the valley is more green than ever. The corn begins to shew itself. The ashes are still bare. A little girl from Coniston came to beg. She had lain out all night. Her step-mother had turned her out of doors; her father could not stay at home “she flights so.” Walked to Ambleside in the evening round the lake, the prospect exceeding beautiful from Loughrigg Fell. It was so green that no eye could weary of reposing upon it. The most beautiful situation for a home, is the field next to Mr. Benson’s. I was overtaken by two Cumberland people who complimented me upon my walking. They were going to sell cloth, and odd things which they make themselves, in Hawkshead and the neighbourhood…. Letters from Coleridge and Cottle. John Fisher [17] overtook me on the other side of Rydale. He talked much about the alteration in the times, and observed that in a short time there would be only two ranks of people, the very rich and the very poor, “for those who have small estates,” says he, “are forced to sell, and all the land goes into one hand.” Did not reach home till ten o’clock.

Note: St. Oswald’s Church in Grasmere, located just a short walk from Dove Cottage, is where Dorothy Wordsworth attended services. Built in the 14th century, this historic church is set amidst the scenic beauty of the Lake District. It is also the final resting place of her brother, William Wordsworth, and several other family members.

Note: Below is the possible route to Ambleside. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Monday. Sauntered a good deal in the garden, bound carpets, mended old clothes, read “Timon of Athens”, dried linen…. Walked up into the Black Quarter.[18] I sauntered a long time among the rocks above the church. The most delightful situation possible for a cottage, commanding two distinct views of the vale and of the lake, is among those rocks… The quietness and still seclusion of the valley affected me even to producing the deepest melancholy. I forced myself from it. The wind rose before I went to bed…

Footnote 18: I think that this name was given to a bit of the valley to the north-east of Grasmere village; but Mr. Gordon Wordsworth’s opinion is that “‘The Black Quarter’ was simply the family nickname for Easedale. The phrase seems to disappear from the Journals as they got more accustomed to local names. It is an excellent description of   the usual appearance of these fells, and makes a contrast to the name of the White Moss, which lay behind Dove Cottage; as Easedale lay in front, and was equally in their thoughts.”

Note: Below is a possible route to Easedale (“Black Quarter”). The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Tuesday Morning. A fine mild rain… Everything green and overflowing with life, and the streams making a perpetual song, with the thrushes, and all little birds, not forgetting the stone-chats. The post was not come in. I walked as far as Windermere, and met him there.

Note: Below is a possible route to Windermere. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Saturday, May 24th. Walked in the morning to Ambleside. I found a letter from Wm. and one from Mary Hutchinson. Wrote to William after dinner, worked in the garden, sate in the evening under the trees.

Note: Below is a possible route to Ambleside. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Sunday. Read “Macbeth” in the morning; sate under the trees after dinner…. I wrote to my brother Christopher…. On my return found a letter from Coleridge and from Charles Lloyd, and three papers.

Monday, May 26th. Wrote letters to J. H., Coleridge, Col. Ll., and W. I walked towards Rydale, and turned aside at my favourite field. The air and the lake were still. One cottage light in the vale, and so much of day left that I could distinguish objects, the woods, trees, and houses. Two or three different kinds of birds sang at intervals on the opposite shore. I sate till I could hardly drag myself away, I grew so sad. “When pleasant thoughts,” etc.[19]…

Footnote 19: Compare “Lines written in Early Spring”, “Poetical Works,” vol. i. p. 269– 

In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts

Bring sad thoughts to the mind.  ED.]

Note: Below is a possible route to Rydal. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Tuesday, 27th. I walked to Ambleside with letters … only a letter from Coleridge. I expected a letter from Wm. It was a sweet morning, the ashes in the valley nearly in full leaf, but still to be distinguished, quite bare on the higher ground….

Note: Below is a possible route to Ambleside. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Wednesday. In the morning walked up to the rocks above Jenny Dockeray’s. Sate a long time upon the grass; the prospect divinely beautiful. If I had three hundred pounds, and could afford to have a bad interest for my money, I would buy that estate, and we would build a cottage there to end our days in. I went into her garden and got white and yellow lilies, etc., periwinkle, etc., which I planted. Sate under the trees with my work. Worked between 7 and 8, and then watered the garden. A beautiful evening. The crescent moon hanging above Helm Crag.

Note: Helm Crag, just over an hour’s walk from Dove Cottage, offers stunning views of the surrounding valleys and fells, matching Dorothy’s description of a “divinely beautiful” prospect. Its proximity to Grasmere and its iconic silhouette make it a fitting candidate for the location Dorothy admired during her walk. Also, note that the destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Thursday. In the morning worked in the garden a little. Read ”King John.” Miss Simpson, and Miss Falcon, and Mr. S. came very early. Went to Mr. Gill’s boat. Before tea we fished upon the lake, and amongst us caught 13!…

Friday. In the morning went to Ambleside, forgetting that the post does not come till the evening. How was I grieved when I was so informed. I walked back, resolving to go again in the evening. It rained very mildly and sweetly in the morning as I came home, but came on a wet afternoon and evening, and chilly. I caught Mr. Olliff’s lad as he was going for letters. He brought me one from Wm. and 12 papers. I planted London Pride upon the wall, and many things on the borders. John sodded the wall. As I came past Rydale in the morning, I saw a heron swimming with only its neck out of water. It beat and struggled amongst the water, when it flew away, and was long in getting loose.

Note: Below is a possible route to Ambleside. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Saturday. A sweet mild rainy morning. Grundy the carpet man called. I paid him £1: 10s. Went to the blind man’s for plants. I got such a load that I was obliged to leave my basket in the road, and send Molly for it….

Sunday, June 1st. Rain in the night. A sweet mild morning. Read ballads. Went to church. Singers from Wytheburn. Walked upon the hill above the house till dinner time. Went again to church. After tea, went to Ambleside, round the Lakes. A very fine warm evening. Upon the side of Loughrigg my heart dissolved in what I saw: when I was not startled, but called from my reverie by a noise as of a child paddling without shoes. I looked up, and saw a lamb close to me. It approached nearer and nearer, as if to examine me, and stood a long time. I did not move. At last, it ran past me, and went bleating along the pathway, seeming to be seeking its mother. I saw a hare on the high road….

Note: Below is a possible route to Ambleside. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Monday. A cold dry windy morning. I worked in the garden, and planted flowers, etc. Sate under the trees after dinner till tea time…. I went to Ambleside after tea, crossed the stepping-stones at the foot of Grasmere, and pursued my way on the other side of Rydale and by Clappersgate. I sate a long time to watch the hurrying waves, and to hear the regularly irregular sound of the dashing waters. The waves round about the little Island seemed like a dance of spirits that rose out of the water, round its small circumference of shore. Inquired about lodgings for Coleridge, and was accompanied by Mrs. Nicholson as far as Rydale. This was very kind, but God be thanked, I want not society by a moonlit lake. It was near eleven when I reached home. I wrote to Coleridge, and went late to bed.

Note: Below is a possible route to Ambleside. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Wednesday. I walked to the lake-side in the morning, took up plants, and sate upon a stone reading ballads. In the evening I was watering plants, when Mr. and Miss Simpson called, and I accompanied them home, and we went to the waterfall at the head of the valley. It was very interesting in the twilight. I brought home lemon-thyme, and several other plants, and planted them by moonlight. I lingered out of doors in the hope of hearing my brother’s tread.

Thursday. I sate out of doors great part of the day, and worked in the garden. Had a letter from Mr. Jackson, and wrote an answer to Coleridge. The little birds busy making love, and pecking the blossoms and bits of moss off the trees. They flutter about and about, and beneath the trees as I lie under them. I would not go far from home, expecting my brother. I rambled on the hill above the house, gathered wild thyme, and took up roots of wild columbine. Just as I was returning with my load, Mr. and Miss Simpson called. We went again upon the hill, got more plants, set them, and then went to the blind man’s, for London Pride for Miss Simpson. I went up with them as far as the blacksmith’s, a fine lovely moonlight night.

Friday. Sate out of doors reading the whole afternoon, but in the morning I wrote to my aunt Cookson. In the evening I went to Ambleside with Coleridge’s letter. It was a lovely night as the day had been. I went by Loughrigg and Clappersgate and just met the post at the turnpike. He told me there were two letters but none for me, so I was in no hurry and went round again by Clappersgate, crossed the stepping-stones and entered Ambleside at Matthew Harrison’s. A letter from Jack Hutchinson, and one from Montagu, enclosing a £3 note. No William! I slackened my pace as I came near home, fearing to hear that he was not come. I listened till after one o’clock to every barking dog, cock-fighting, and other sports. Foxgloves just coming into blossom.

Note: Below is a possible route to Ambleside. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Saturday._–A very warm cloudy morning, threatening to rain. I walked up to Mr. Simpson’s to gather gooseberries. It was a very fine afternoon. Little Tommy came down with me. We went up the hill, to gather sods and plants; and went down to the lake side, and took up orchises, etc. I watered the garden and weeded. I did not leave home, in the expectation of Wm. and John, and sitting at work till after 11 o’clock I heard a foot at the front of the house, turn round, and open the gate. It was William! After our first joy was over, we got some tea. We did not go to bed till 4 o’clock in the morning, so he had an opportunity of seeing our improvements. The buds were staying; and all looked fresh, though not gay. There was a greyness on earth and sky. We did not rise till near 10 in the morning. We were busy all day in writing letters to Coleridge, Montagu, etc. Mr. and Miss Simpson called in the evening. The little boy carried our letters to Ambleside. We walked with Mr. and Miss S. home, on their return…. We met John on our return home.

Monday 9th. In the morning W. cut down the winter cherry tree. I sowed French beans and weeded. A coronetted landau went by, when we were sitting upon the sodded wall. The ladies (evidently tourists) turned an eye of interest upon our little garden and cottage. Went round to Mr. Gill’s boat, and on to the lake to fish. We caught nothing. It was extremely cold. The reeds and bullrushes or bullpipes of a tender soft green, making a plain whose surface moved with the wind. The reeds not yet tall. The lake clear to the bottom, but saw no fish. In the evening I stuck peas, watered the garden, and planted brocoli. Did not walk, for it was very cold. A poor girl called to beg, who had no work, and was going in search of it to Kendal. She slept in Mr. Benson’s … and went off after breakfast in the morning with 7d. and a letter to the Mayor of Kendal.

Tuesday 10th. A cold, yet sunshiny morning. John carried letters to Ambleside. Wm. stuck peas. After dinner he lay down. John not at home. I stuck peas alone. Cold showers with hail and rain, but at half-past five, after a heavy rain, the lake became calm and very beautiful. Those parts of the water which were perfectly unruffled lay like green islands of various shapes. William and I walked to Ambleside to seek lodgings for C. No letters. No papers. It was a very cold cheerless evening. John had been fishing in Langdale and was gone to bed.

A very tall woman, tall much beyond the measure of tall women, called at the door. She had on a very long brown cloak and a very white cap, without bonnet. Her face was excessively brown, but it had plainly once been fair. She led a little bare-footed child about two years old by the hand, and said her husband, who was a tinker, was gone before with the other children. I gave her a piece of bread. Afterwards on my way to Ambleside, beside the bridge at Rydale, I saw her husband sitting by the roadside, his two asses feeding beside him, and the two young children at play upon the grass. The man did not beg. I passed on and about a quarter of a mile further I saw two boys before me, one about 10, the other about 8 years old, at play chasing a butterfly. They were wild figures, not very ragged, but without shoes and stockings. The hat of the elder was wreathed round with yellow flowers, the younger whose hat was only a rimless crown, had stuck it round with laurel leaves. They continued at play till I drew very near, and then they addressed me with the begging cant and the whining voice of sorrow. I said “I served your mother this morning.” (The boys were so like the woman who had called at … that I could not be mistaken.) “O!” says the elder, “you could not serve my mother for she’s dead, and my father’s on at the next town–he’s a potter.” I persisted in my assertion, and that I would give them nothing. Says the elder, “Let’s away,” and away they flew like lightning. They had however sauntered so long in their road that they did not reach Ambleside before me, and I saw them go up to Matthew Harrison’s house with their wallet upon the elder’s shoulder, and creeping with a beggar’s complaining foot. On my return through Ambleside I met in the street the mother driving her asses, in the two panniers of one of which were the two little children, whom she was chiding and threatening with a wand which she used to drive on her asses, while the little things hung in wantonness over the pannier’s edge. The woman had told me in the morning that she was of Scotland, which her accent fully proved, but that she had lived (I think at Wigtoun), that they could not keep a house and so they travelled.[21]

Footnote 21: Compare the poem “Beggars”, in the “Poetical Works” vol. ii. pp. 276-281.

Note: Below is a possible route to Ambleside. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Thursday, 14th June. William and I went upon the water to set pike floats. John fished under Loughrigg. We returned to dinner, two pikes boiled and roasted. A very cold air but warm sun. W. and I again went upon the water. We walked to Rydale after tea, and up to potter’s. A cold night, but warmer.

Note: Below is a possible route to Rydal. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Friday, 15th June. A rainy morning. W. and J. went upon the lake. Very warm and pleasant, gleams of sunshine. Caught a pike 7-1/2 lbs. Went upon the water after tea, Mr. Simpson trolling.

Saturday. A fine morning but cloudy. W. and John went upon the lake. I staid at home. We drank tea at Mr. Simpson’s. Stayed till after 10 o’clock.

Sunday._–John walked to Coniston. W. and I sauntered in the garden. Afterwards walked by the lake side. A cold air. We pushed through the wood. Walked behind the fir grove, and returned to dinner. The farmer and the blacksmith from Hawkshead called.

Monday._–Wm. and I went to Brathay by Little Langdale and Collath, and … It was a warm mild morning with threatening rain. The vale of Little Langdale looked bare and unlovely. Collath was wild and interesting, from the peat carts and peat gatherers. The valley all perfumed with the gale and wild thyme. The woods about the waterfall bright with rich yellow broom. A succession of delicious views from … to Brathay. We met near … a pretty little boy with a wallet over his shoulder. He came from Hawkshead and was going to sell a sack of meal. He spoke gently and without complaint. When I asked him if he got enough to eat, he looked surprised, and said Nay. He was 7 years old but seemed not more than 5. We drank tea at Mr. Ibbetson’s, and returned by Ambleside. Lent £3: 9s. to the potter at Kendal. Met John on our return home at about 10 o’clock. Saw a primrose in blossom.

Note: Below is a possible route to Brathay via Little Langdale. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Tuesday._–We put the new window in. I ironed, and worked about a good deal in house and garden. In the evening we walked for letters. Found one for Coleridge at Rydale, and I returned much tired.

Note: Below is a possible route to Rydal. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Wednesday._–We walked round the lake in the morning and in the evening to the lower waterfall at Rydale. It was a warm, dark, lowering evening.

Note: Below is a possible route to Rydal. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Friday._–I worked in the garden in the morning. Wm. prepared pea sticks. Threatening for rain, but yet it comes not. On Wednesday evening a poor man called–a hatter. He had been long ill, but was now recovered. The parish would not help him, because he had implements of trade, etc. etc. We gave him 6d.

Saturday._–Walked up the hill to Rydale lake. Grasmere looked so beautiful that my heart was almost melted away. It was quite calm, only spotted with sparkles of light; the church visible. On our return all distant objects had faded away, all but the hills. The reflection of the light bright sky above Black Quarter was very solemn…

Note: Below is a possible route to Rydal Water. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Sunday._– … In the evening I planted a honeysuckle round the yew tree…. No news of Coleridge… 

Monday._–Mr. Simpson called in the morning. W. and I went into Langdale to fish. The morning was very cold. I sate at the foot of the lake, till my head ached with cold. The view exquisitely beautiful, through a gate, and under a sycamore tree beside the first house going into Loughrigg. Elter-water looked barren, and the view from the church less beautiful than in winter. When W. went down to the water to fish, I lay under the wind, my head pillowed upon a mossy rock, and slept about 10 minutes, which relieved my headache. We ate our dinner together, and parted again…. W. went to fish for pike in Rydale. John came in when I had done tea and he and I carried a jug of tea to William. We met him in the old road from Rydale. He drank his tea upon the turf. The setting sun threw a red purple light upon the rocks, and stone walls of Rydale, which gave them a most interesting and beautiful appearance.

Note: Below is a possible route to Elterwater. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Tuesday._–W. went to Ambleside. John walked out. I made tarts, etc. Mrs. B. Simpson called and asked us to tea. I went to the view of Rydale, to meet William. W. and I drank tea at Mr. Simpson’s. Brought down lemon-thyme, greens, etc. The old woman was very happy to see us, and we were so in the pleasure we gave. She was an affecting picture of patient disappointment, suffering under no particular affliction.

Note: Below is a possible route to Ambleside. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Wednesday._–A very rainy day. I made a shoe. Wm. and John went to fish in Langdale. In the evening I went above the house, and gathered flowers, which I planted, foxgloves, etc. On Sunday[23] Mr. and Mrs. Coleridge and Hartley came. The day was very warm. We sailed to the foot of Loughrigg. They staid with us three weeks, and till the Thursday following, from 1st till the 23rd of July.[24] On the Friday preceding their departure, we drank tea at the island. The weather was delightful, and on the Sunday we made a great fire, and drank tea in Bainriggs with the Simpsons. I accompanied Mrs. C. to Wytheburne, and returned with W. to tea at Mr. Simpson’s. It was exceedingly hot, but the day after, Friday 24th July,[25] still hotter. All the morning I was engaged in unpacking our Somersetshire goods. The house was a hot oven. I was so weary, I could not walk: so I went out, and sate with Wm. in the orchard. We had a delightful half-hour in the warm still evening.

• Footnote 23: Coleridge arrived at Grasmere on Sunday 29th June.

• Footnote 24: The dates here given are confusing. S. T. C. says he was ill at Grasmere, and stayed a fortnight. In a letter to Tom Poole he says he arrived at Keswick on 24th July, which was a Thursday.

• Footnote 25: That Friday was the 25th July. The two next dates were incorrectly entered by Dorothy.

Note: Below is a possible route to Langdale. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Saturday, 26th._–Still hotter. I sate with W. in the orchard all the morning, and made my shoe…. 

Sunday, 27th._–Very warm…. I wrote out “Ruth” in the afternoon. In the morning, I read Mr. Knight’s “Landscape”. [26] After tea we rowed down to Loughrigg Fell, visited the white foxglove, gathered wild strawberries, and walked up to view Rydale. We lay a long time looking at the lake; the shores all dim with the scorching sun. The ferns were turning yellow, that is, here and there one was quite turned. We walked round by Benson’s wood home. The lake was now most still, and reflected the beautiful yellow and blue and purple and grey colours of the sky. We heard a strange sound in the Bainriggs wood, as we were floating on the water; it _seemed_ in the wood, but it must have been above it, for presently we saw a raven very high above us. It called out, and the dome of the sky seemed to echo the sound. It called again and again as it flew onwards, and the mountains gave back the sound, seeming as if from their centre; a musical bell-like answering to the bird’s hoarse voice. We heard both the call of the bird, and the echo, after we could see him no longer….[27]

• Footnote 26: “The Landscape: a Didactic Poem” in three Books by Richard Payne Knight. 1794.
• Footnote 27: Compare “The Excursion,” book iv. II. 1185-1195.

Note: Below is a possible route to Loughrigg Fell. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Monday._–Received a letter from Coleridge enclosing one from Mr. Davy about the “Lyrical Ballads.” Intensely hot…. William went into the wood, and altered his poems…

Thursday._–All the morning I was busy copying poems. Gathered peas, and in the afternoon Coleridge came. He brought the 2nd volume of Anthology. The men went to bathe, and we afterwards sailed down to Loughrigg. Read poems on the water, and let the boat take its own course. We walked a long time upon Loughrigg. I returned in the grey twilight. The moon just setting as we reached home.

Note: Below is a possible route to Loughrigg Fell. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Friday, 1st August._–In the morning I copied “The Brothers.” Coleridge and Wm. went down to the lake. They returned, and we all went together to Mary Point, where we sate in the breeze, and the shade, and read Wm.’s poems. Altered “The Whirlblast,” etc. We drank tea in the orchard. 

Saturday Morning, 2nd._–Wm. and Coleridge went to Keswick. John went with them to Wytheburn, and staid all day fishing, and brought home 2 small pikes at night. I accompanied them to Lewthwaite’s cottage, and on my return papered Wm.’s rooms…. About 8 o’clock it gathered for rain, and I had the scatterings of a shower, but afterwards the lake became of a glassy calmness, and all was still. I sate till I could see no longer, and then continued my work in the house.

Note: Below is a possible route to Keswick. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Note: Below is a possible route to Wythburn. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Sunday Morning, 3rd._– … A heavenly warm evening, with scattered clouds upon the hills. There was a vernal greenness upon the grass, from the rains of the morning and afternoon. Peas for dinner.

Monday 4th._–Rain in the night. I tied up scarlet beans, nailed the honeysuckles, etc. etc. John was prepared to walk to Keswick all the morning. He seized a returned chaise and went after dinner. I pulled a large basket of peas and sent to Keswick by a returned chaise. A very cold evening. Assisted to spread out linen in the morning.

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Tuesday 5th._–Dried the linen in the morning. The air still cold. I pulled a bag full of peas for Mrs. Simpson. Miss Simpson drank tea with me, and supped, on her return from Ambleside. A very fine evening. I sate on the wall making my shifts till I could see no longer. Walked half-way home with Miss Simpson.

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Wednesday, 6th August._– … William came home from Keswick at eleven o’clock.

Thursday Morning, 7th August._– … William composing in the wood in the morning. In the evening we walked to Mary Point. A very fine sunset.

Friday Morning._–We intended going to Keswick, but were prevented by the excessive heat. Nailed up scarlet beans in the morning…. Walked over the mountains by Wattendlath…. A most enchanting walk. Wattendlath a heavenly scene. Reached Coleridge’s at eleven o’clock. 

Sunday._–Very hot. The C.’s went to church. We sailed upon Derwent in the evening.

Monday Afternoon._–Walked to Windy Brow.

Tuesday.– … Wm. and I walked along the Cockermouth road. He was altering his poems. 

Wednesday._–Made the Windy Brow seat.

Thursday Morning._–Called at the Speddings. In the evening walked in the wood with W. Very very beautiful the moon.

Sunday, 17th August._– … William read us “The Seven Sisters.”

Saturday, 23rd._–A very fine morning. Wm. was composing all the morning. I shelled peas, gathered beans, and worked in the garden till 1/2 past 12. Then walked with Wm. in the wood…. The gleams of sunshine, and the stirring trees, and gleaming boughs, cheerful lake, most delightful…. Wm. read “Peter Bell” and the poem of “Joanna,” beside the Rothay by the roadside.

Tuesday, 26th._– … A very fine solemn evening. The wind blew very fierce from the island, and at Rydale. We went on the other side of Rydale, and sate a long time looking at the mountains, which were all black at Grasmere, and very bright in Rydale; Grasmere exceedingly dark, and Rydale of a light-yellow green.

Friday Evening_ [29th August].–We walked to Rydale to inquire for letters. We walked over the hill by the firgrove. I sate upon a rock, and observed a flight of swallows gathering together high above my head. They flew towards Rydale. We walked through the wood over the stepping-stones. The lake of Rydale very beautiful, partly still. John and I left Wm. to compose an inscription; that about the path. We had a very fine walk by the gloomy lake. There was a curious yellow reflection in the water, as of corn fields. There was no light in the clouds from which it appeared to come.

Note: Below is a possible route to Rydal. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Saturday Morning, 30th August._– … William finished his Inscription of the Pathway,[28] then walked in the wood; and when John returned, he sought him, and they bathed together. I read a little of Boswell’s “Life of Johnson.” I went to lie down in the orchard. I was roused by a shout that Anthony Harrison was come. We sate in the orchard till tea time. Drank tea early, and rowed down the lake which was stirred by breezes. We looked at Rydale, which was soft, cheerful, and beautiful. We then went to peep into Langdale. The Pikes were very grand. We walked back to the view of Rydale, which was now a dark mirror. We rowed home over a lake still as glass, and then went to George Mackareth’s to hire a horse for John. A fine moonlight night. The beauty of the moon was startling, as it rose to us over Loughrigg Fell. We returned to supper at 10 o’clock. Thomas Ashburner brought us our 8th cart of coals since May 17th.

• Footnote 28: Professor Dowden thinks that this refers to the poem on John’s Grove. But a hitherto unpublished fragment will soon be issued by the Messrs. Longman, which may cast fresh light on this   “Inscription of the Pathway.”–ED.]

Sunday, 31st._– … A great deal of corn is cut in the vale, and the whole prospect, though not tinged with a general autumnal yellow, yet softened down into a mellowness of colouring, which seems to impart softness to the forms of hills and mountains. At 11 o’clock Coleridge came, when I was walking in the still clear moonshine in the garden. He came over Helvellyn. Wm. was gone to bed, and John also, worn out with his ride round Coniston. We sate and chatted till half-past three, … Coleridge reading a part of “Christabel.” Talked much about the mountains, etc. etc….

Monday Morning, 1st September._–We walked in the wood by the lake. W. read “Joanna,” and the “Firgrove,” to Coleridge. They bathed. The morning was delightful, with somewhat of an autumnal freshness. After dinner, Coleridge discovered a rock-seat in the orchard. Cleared away brambles. Coleridge went to bed after tea. John and I followed Wm. up the hill, and then returned to go to Mr. Simpson’s. We borrowed some bottles for bottling rum. The evening somewhat frosty and grey, but very pleasant. I broiled Coleridge a mutton chop, which he ate in bed. Wm. was gone to bed. I chatted with John and Coleridge till near 12.

Tuesday, 2nd._–In the morning they all went to Stickle Tarn. A very fine, warm, sunny, beautiful morning…. The fair-day…. There seemed very few people and very few stalls, yet I believe there were many cakes and much beer sold. My brothers came home to dinner at 6 o’clock. We drank tea immediately after by candlelight. It was a lovely moonlight night. We talked much about a house on Helvellyn. The moonlight shone only upon the village. It did not eclipse the village lights, and the sound of dancing and merriment came along the still air. I walked with Coleridge and Wm. up the lane and by the church, and then lingered with Coleridge in the garden. John and Wm. were both gone to bed, and all the lights out.

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Wednesday, 3rd September._–Coleridge, Wm., and John went from home, to go upon Helvellyn with Mr. Simpson. They set out after breakfast. I accompanied them up near the blacksmith’s…. I then went to a funeral at John Dawson’s. About 10 men and 4 women. Bread, cheese, and ale. They talked sensibly and cheerfully about common things. The dead person, 56 years of age, buried by the parish. The coffin was neatly lettered and painted black, and covered with a decent cloth. They set the corpse down at the door; and, while we stood within the threshold, the men, with their hats off, sang, with decent and solemn countenances, a verse of a funeral psalm. The corpse was then borne down the hill, and they sang till they had passed the Town-End. I was affected to tears while we stood in the house, the coffin lying before me. There were no near kindred, no children. When we got out of the dark house the sun was shining, and the prospect looked as divinely beautiful as I ever saw it. It seemed more sacred than I had ever seen it, and yet more allied to human life. The green fields, in the neighbourhood of the churchyard, were as green as possible; and, with the brightness of the sunshine, looked quite gay. I thought she was going to a quiet spot, and I could not help weeping very much. When we came to the bridge, they began to sing again, and stopped during four lines before they entered the churchyard…. Wm. and John came home at 10 o’clock.

Friday, 12th September._– … The fern of the mountains now spreads yellow veins among the trees; the coppice wood turns brown. William observed some affecting little things in Borrowdale. A decayed house with the tall, silent rocks seen through the broken windows. A sort of rough column put upon the gable end of a house, with a ball stone, smooth from the river-island, upon it for ornament. Near it, a stone like it, upon an old mansion, carefully hewn.

Saturday, 13th September._–Morning. William writing his Preface[29]–did not walk. Jones, and Mr. Palmer came to tea….

• Footnote 29: The Preface to the second edition of “Lyrical Ballads”.

Sunday morning, 14th._– … A lovely day. Read Boswell in the house in the morning, and after dinner under the bright yellow leaves of the orchard. The pear trees a bright yellow. The apple trees still green. A sweet lovely afternoon…. Here I have long neglected my Journal. John came home in the evening, after Jones left. Jones returned again on the

Friday, the 19th September. Jones stayed with us till Friday, 26th September. Coleridge came in.

Tuesday, 23rd._–I went home with Jones. Charles Lloyd called on Tuesday, 23rd.

Monday, 29th._–John left us. Wm. and I parted with him in sight of Ullswater. It was a fine day, showery, but with sunshine and fine clouds. Poor fellow, my heart was right sad. I could not help thinking we should see him again, because he was only going to Penrith.

Note: Below is a possible route to Perith. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Sunday, 28th._–We heard of the Abergavenny’s arrival….

Tuesday, 30th September._–Charles Lloyd dined with us. We walked homewards with him after dinner. It rained very hard. Rydale was extremely wild, and we had a fine walk. We sate quietly and comfortably by the fire. I wrote the last sheet of Notes and Preface.[30a] Went to bed at twelve o’clock.

• Footnote 30a: _i.e._ of the Notes and Preface to the second edition of “Lyrical Ballads”.

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Wednesday, 1st October._–A fine morning, a showery night. The lake still in the morning; in the forenoon flashing light from the beams of the sun, as it was ruffled by the wind. We corrected the last sheet.[30]

•  Footnote 30: _i.e._ of the Notes and Preface to the second edition of “Lyrical Ballads”.

Thursday, 2nd October._–A very rainy morning. We walked after dinner to observe the torrents. I followed Wm. to Rydale. We afterwards went to Butterlip How. The Black Quarter looked marshy, and the general prospect was cold, but the “force” was very grand. The lichens are now coming out afresh. I carried home a collection in the afternoon. We had a pleasant conversation about the manners of the rich; avarice, inordinate desires, and the effeminacy, unnaturalness, and unworthy objects of education. The moonlight lay upon the hills like snow.

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Friday, 3rd October._–Very rainy all the morning. Wm. walked to Ambleside after dinner. I went with him part of the way. He talked much about the object of his essay for the second volume of “L. B.” … Amos Cottle’s death in the “Morning Post.” N.B.–When William and I returned from accompanying Jones, we met an old man almost double. He had on a coat, thrown over his shoulders, above his waistcoat and coat. Under this he carried a bundle, and had an apron on and a night-cap. His face was interesting. He had dark eyes and a long nose. John, who afterwards met him at Wytheburn, took him for a Jew. He was of Scotch parents, but had been born in the army. He had had a wife, and “she was a good woman, and it pleased God to bless us with ten children.” All these were dead but one, of whom he had not heard for many years, a sailor. His trade was to gather leeches, but now leeches were scarce, and he had not strength for it. He lived by begging, and was making his way to Carlisle, where he should buy a few godly books to sell. He said leeches were very scarce, partly owing to this dry season, but many years they have been scarce. He supposed it owing to their being much sought after, that they did not breed fast, and were of slow growth. Leeches were formerly 2s. 6d. per 100; they are now 30s. He had been hurt in driving a cart, his leg broken, his body driven over, his skull fractured. He felt no pain till he recovered from his first insensibility. It was then late in the evening, when the light was just going away.[31]

• Footnote 31: Compare “Resolution and Independence”, in the “Poetical Works,” vol. ii. p. 312.

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Saturday, 4th October 1800._–A very rainy, or rather showery and gusty, morning; for often the sun shines. Thomas Ashburner could not go to Keswick. Read a part of Lamb’s Play.[32] The language is often very beautiful, but too imitative in particular phrases, words, etc. The characters, except Margaret, unintelligible, and, except Margaret’s, do not show themselves in action. Coleridge came in while we were at dinner, very wet. We talked till twelve o’clock. He had sate up all the night before, writing essays for the newspaper…. Exceedingly delighted with the second part of “Christabel.”

• Footnote 32: “Pride’s Cure.” The title was afterwards changed to “John Woodvill”.

Sunday Morning, 5th October._–Coleridge read “Christabel” a second time; we had increasing pleasure. A delicious morning. Wm. and I were employed all the morning in writing an addition to the Preface. Wm. went to bed, very ill after working after dinner. Coleridge and I walked to Ambleside after dark with the letter. Returned to tea at 9 o’clock. Wm. still in bed, and very ill. Silver How in both lakes.

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Monday._–A rainy day. Coleridge intending to go, but did not go off. We walked after dinner to Rydale. After tea read “The Pedlar.” Determined not to print “Christabel” with the L. B.

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Tuesday._–Coleridge went off at eleven o’clock. I went as far as Mr. Simpson’s. Returned with Mary. 

Wednesday._–Frequent threatening of showers. Received a £5 note from Montagu. Wm. walked to Rydale. I copied a part of “The Beggars” in the morning…. A very mild moonlight night. Glow-worms everywhere.

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Friday, 10th October._–In the morning when I arose the mists were hanging over the opposite hills, and the tops of the highest hills were covered with snow. There was a most lively combination at the head of the vale of the yellow autumnal hills wrapped in sunshine, and overhung with partial mists, the green and yellow trees, and the distant snow-topped mountains. It was a most heavenly morning. The Cockermouth traveller came with thread, hardware, mustard, etc. She is very healthy; has travelled over the mountains these thirty years. She does not mind the storms, if she can keep her goods dry. Her husband will not travel with an ass, because it is the tramper’s badge; she would have one to relieve her from the weary load. She was going to Ulverston, and was to return to Ambleside Fair…. The fern among the rocks exquisitely beautiful…. Sent off “The Beggars,” etc., by Thomas Ashburner…. William sat up after me, writing “Point Rash Judgment.

Saturday, 11th._–A fine October morning. Sat in the house working all the morning. William composing…. After dinner we walked up Greenhead Gill in search of a sheepfold. We went by Mr. Olliff’s, and through his woods. It was a delightful day, and the views looked excessively cheerful and beautiful, chiefly that from Mr. Olliff’s field, where our own house is to be built. The colours of the mountains soft, and rich with orange fern; the cattle pasturing upon the hilltops; kites sailing in the sky above our heads; sheep bleating, and feeding in the water courses, scattered over the mountains. They come down and feed, on the little green islands in the beds of the torrents, and so may be swept away. The sheepfold is falling away. It is built nearly in the form of a heart unequally divided. Looked down the brook, and saw the drops rise upwards and sparkle in the air at the little falls. The higher sparkled the tallest. We walked along the turf of the mountain till we came to a track, made by the cattle which come upon the hills….

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Sunday, October 12th._–Sate in the house writing in the morning while Wm. went into the wood to compose. Wrote to John in the morning; copied poems for the L. B. In the evening wrote to Mrs. Rawson. Mary Jameson and Sally Ashburner dined. We pulled apples after dinner, a large basket full. We walked before tea by Bainriggs to observe the many-coloured foliage. The oaks dark green with yellow leaves, the birches generally still green, some near the water yellowish, the sycamore crimson and crimson-tufted, the mountain ash a deep orange, the common ash lemon-colour, but many ashes still fresh in their peculiar green, those that were discoloured chiefly near the water. Wm. composing in the evening. Went to bed at 12 o’clock.

Note: The “Bainrigg” mentioned likely refers to Bainrigg Terrace, a scenic area near Grasmere. Bainrigg Terrace is part of the local landscape and features wooded paths often associated with walks toward Easedale Tarn or Loughrigg. Its proximity to Dove Cottage and Grasmere suggests it would have been a familiar and accessible location for Dorothy and her companions.

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Monday, October 13th._–A grey day. Mists on the hills. We did not walk in the morning. I copied poems on the Naming of Places. A fair at Ambleside. Walked in the Black Quarter at night.

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Wednesday._–A very fine clear morning. After Wm. had composed a little, I persuaded him to go into the orchard. We walked backwards and forwards. The prospect most divinely beautiful from the seat; all colours, all melting into each other. I went in to put bread in the oven, and we both walked within view of Rydale. Wm. again composed at the sheepfold after dinner. I walked with Wm. to Wytheburn, and he went on to Keswick. I drank tea, and supped at Mr. Simpson’s. A very cold frosty air in returning. Mr. and Miss S. came with me. Wytheburn looked very wintry, but yet there was a foxglove blossoming by the roadside.

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Friday, 17th._–A very fine grey morning. The swan hunt…. I walked round the lake between 1/2 past 12, and 1/2 past one…. In my walk in the morning, I observed Benson’s honey-suckles in flower, and great beauty. I found Wm. at home, where he had been almost ever since my departure. Coleridge had done nothing for the L. B. Working hard for Stuart.[33] Glow-worms in abundance.

• Footnote 33: The editor of “The Morning Post”.

Saturday._–A very fine October morning. William worked all the morning at the sheepfold, but in vain. He lay down in the afternoon till 7 o’clock, but could not sleep…. We did not walk all day….

Sunday Morning._–We rose late, and walked directly after breakfast. The tops of Grasmere mountains cut off. Rydale very beautiful. The surface of the water quite still, like a dim mirror. The colours of the large island exquisitely beautiful, and the trees, still fresh and green, were magnified by the mists. The prospects on the west side of the Lake were very beautiful. We sate at the “two points”[34] looking up to Parks. The lowing of the cattle was echoed by a hollow voice in the vale. We returned home over the stepping-stones. Wm. got to work….

• Footnote 34: Mary Point and Sarah Point.

Monday, 20th._–William worked in the morning at the sheepfold. After dinner we walked to Rydale, crossed the stepping-stones, and while we were walking under the tall oak trees the Lloyds called out to us. They went with us on the western side of Rydale. The lights were very grand upon the woody Rydale hills. Those behind dark and tipped with clouds. The two lakes were divinely beautiful. Grasmere excessively solemn, the whole lake calm, and dappled with soft grey ripples. The Lloyds staid with us till 8 o’clock. We then walked to the top of the hill at Rydale. Very mild and warm. Beheld 6 glow-worms shining faintly. We went up as far as the Swan. When we came home the fire was out. We ate our supper in the dark, and went to bed immediately. William was disturbed in the night by the rain coming into his room, for it was a very rainy night. The ash leaves lay across the road

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Tuesday, 21st._– … Wm. had been unsuccessful in the morning at the sheepfold. The reflection of the ash scattered, and the tree stripped.

Wednesday Morning._– … Wm. composed without much success at the sheepfold. Coleridge came in to dinner. He had done nothing. We were very merry. C. and I went to look at the prospect from his seat…. Wm. read “Ruth,” etc., after supper. Coleridge read “Christabel.”

Thursday, 23rd._–Coleridge and Stoddart went to Keswick. We accompanied them to Wytheburn. A wintry grey morning from the top of the Raise. Grasmere looked like winter, and Wytheburn still more so…. Wm. was not successful in composition in the evening.

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Note: Below is a possible route to Wythburn. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Friday, 24th._–A very fine morning. We walked, before Wm. began to work, to the top of the Rydale hill. He was afterwards only partly successful in composition. After dinner we walked round Rydale lake, rich, calm, streaked, very beautiful. We went to the top of Loughrigg. Grasmere sadly inferior…. The ash in our garden green, one close to it bare, the next nearly so. 

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Saturday._–A very rainy day. Wm. again unsuccessful. We could not walk, it was so very rainy. We read Rogers, Miss Seward, Cowper, etc.

Sunday._–Heavy rain all night, a fine morning after 10 o’clock. Wm. composed a good deal in the morning…

Monday, 27th October._– … Wm. in the firgrove. I had before walked with him there for some time. It was a fine shelter from the wind. The coppices now nearly of one brown. An oak tree in a sheltered place near John Fisher’s, not having lost any of its leaves, was quite brown and dry…. It was a fine wild moonlight night. Wm. could not compose much. Fatigued himself with altering. 

Tuesday, 28th._– … We walked out before dinner to our favourite field. The mists sailed along the mountains, and rested upon them, enclosing the whole vale. In the evening the Lloyds came. We played a rubber at whist…

Wednesday._–William worked at his poem all the morning. After dinner, Mr. Clarkson called…. Played at cards…. Mr. Clarkson slept here.

Thursday._–A rainy morning. W. C. went over Kirkstone. Wm. talked all day, and almost all night, with Stoddart. Mrs. and Miss H. called in the morning. I walked with them to Tail End.[35]

• Footnote 35: On the western side of Grasmere Lake.

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Friday Night._– … W. and I did not rise till 10 o’clock…. A very fine moonlight night. The moon shone like herrings in the water.

Tuesday._– … Tremendous wind. The snow blew from Helvellyn horizontally like smoke…. 

Thursday, 6th November._– … Read “Point Rash Judgment”…

Friday, 7th November._– … I working and reading “Amelia.” 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. The copses are quite brown. The poor woman and child from Whitehaven drank tea….

Saturday, 8th November._–A rainy morning. A whirlwind came that tossed about the leaves, and tore off the still green leaves of the ashes. Wm. and I walked out at 4 o’clock. Went as far as Rothay Bridge…. The whole face of the country in a winter covering.

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Monday._– … Jupiter over the hilltops, the only star, like a sun, flashed out at intervals from behind a black cloud.

Tuesday Morning._– … William had been working at the sheepfold…. Played at cards. A mild night, partly clouded, partly starlight. The cottage lights. The mountains not very distinct. 

Thursday._–We sate in the house all the morning. Rainy weather, played at cards. A poor woman from Hawkshead begged, a widow of Grasmere. A merry African from Longtown…

Friday._–Much wind, but a sweet mild morning. I nailed up trees…. Two letters from Coleridge, very ill. One from Sara H…

Saturday Morning._–A terrible rain, so prevented William from going to Coleridge’s. The afternoon fine…. We both set forward at five o’clock. A fine wild night. I walked with W. over the Raise. It was starlight. I parted with him very sad, unwilling not to go on. The hills, and the stars, and the white waters, with their ever varying yet ceaseless sound, were very impressive. I supped at the Simpsons’. Mr. S. walked home with me.

Sunday, 16th November._–A very fine warm sunny morning. A letter from Coleridge, and one from Stoddart. Coleridge better…. One beautiful ash tree sheltered, with yellow leaves, one low one quite green. A noise of boys in the rocks hunting some animal. Walked a little in the garden when I came home. Very pleasant now. Rain comes on. Mr. Jackson called in the evening, brought me a letter from C. and W.

Monday Morning._–A fine clear frosty morning with a sharp wind. I walked to Keswick. Set off at 5 minutes past 10, and arrived at 1/2 past 2. I found them all well. On Tuesday morning W. and C. set off towards Penrith. Wm. met Sara Hutchinson at Threlkeld. They arrived at Keswick at tea time.

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Wednesday._–We walked by the lake side and then went to Mr. Denton’s. I called upon the Miss Cochyns.

Thursday._–We spent the morning in the town. Mr. Jackson and Mr. Peach dined with us. 

Friday._–A very fine day. Went to Mrs. Greaves’. Mrs. C. and I called upon the Speddings. A beautiful crescent moon.

Saturday Morning._–After visiting Mr. Peach’s Chinese pictures we set off to Grasmere. A threatening and rather rainy morning. Arrived at G. Very dirty and a little wet at the closing in of evening.

Sunday._–Wm. not well. I baked bread and pie for dinner.

Monday._–A fine morning. Sara and I walked to Rydale. After dinner we went to Lloyd’s, and drank tea, and supped. A sharp cold night, with sleet and snow.

Note: Below is a possible route to Rydal. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Tuesday._–Read “Tom Jones.”

Wednesday._– … Wm. very well. We had a delightful walk up into Easedale. The tops of the mountains covered with snow, frosty and sunny, the roads slippery. A letter from Mary. The Lloyds drank tea. We walked with them near to Ambleside. A beautiful moonlight night. Sara and I walked home. William very well, and highly poetical.

Note: Below is a possible route to Easedale Tarn. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Thursday, 27th November._–Wrote to Tom Hutchinson to desire him to bring Mary with him. A thaw, and the ground covered with snow. Sara and I walked before dinner.

Friday._–Coleridge walked over. Miss Simpson drank tea with us. William walked home with her. Coleridge was very unwell. He went to bed before Wm.’s return.

Note: Coleridge came from Greta Hall, where he resided. The distance between Dove Cottage and Greta Hall is approximately 13 miles (21 kilometers), which would take about 4 to 5 hours to walk. Below is a possible route from Greta Hall to Dove Cottage. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Sunday, 30th November._–A very fine clear morning. Snow upon the ground everywhere. Sara and I walked towards Rydale by the upper road, and were obliged to return, because of the snow. Walked by moonlight.

Note: Below is a possible route to Rydal. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Monday._–A thaw in the night, and the snow was entirely gone. Coleridge unable to go home. We walked by moonlight.

Tuesday, 2nd December._–A rainy morning. Coleridge was obliged to set off. Sara and I met C. Lloyd and S. turned back with him. I walked round the 2 lakes with Charles, very pleasant. We all walked to Ambleside. A pleasant moonlight evening, but not clear. It came on a terrible evening. Hail, and wind, and cold, and rain.

Note: Below is a possible route to Ambleside. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Wednesday, 3rd December._–We lay in bed till 11 o’clock. Wrote to John, and M. H. William and Sara and I walked to Rydale after tea. A very fine frosty night. Sara and W. walked round the other side.

Note: Below is a possible route to Rydal. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Thursday._–Coleridge came in, just as we finished dinner. We walked after tea by moonlight to look at Langdale covered with snow, the Pikes not grand, but the Old Man [36] very expressive. Cold and slippery, but exceedingly pleasant. Sat up till half-past one.

Friday Morning._–Terribly cold and rainy. Coleridge and Wm. set forward towards Keswick, but the wind in Coleridge’s eyes made him turn back. Sara and I had a grand bread and cake baking. We were very merry in the evening, but grew sleepy soon, though we did not go to bed till twelve o’clock.

Saturday._–Wm. accompanied Coleridge to the foot of the Raise. A very pleasant morning. Sara and I accompanied him half-way to Keswick. Thirlemere was very beautiful, even more so than in summer. William was not well, had laboured unsuccessfully…. A letter from M. H.

Note: Below is a possible route to Thirlemere Lake. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Note: Below is a possible route to Keswick. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Sunday._–A fine morning. I read. Sara wrote to Hartley, Wm. to Mary, I to Mrs. C. We walked just before dinner to the lakeside, and found out a seat in a tree. Windy, but very pleasant. Sara and Wm. walked to the waterfalls at Rydale.

Note: Below is a possible route to Rydal. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Monday, 8th December._–A sweet mild morning. I wrote to Mrs. Cookson, and Miss Griffith. 

Tuesday, 9th._–I dined at Lloyd’s. Wm. drank tea. Walked home. A pleasant starlight frosty evening. Reached home at one o’clock. Wm. finished his poem to-day.

Wednesday, 10th._–Walked to Keswick. Snow upon the ground. A very fine day. Ate bread and ale at John Stanley’s. Found Coleridge better. Stayed at Keswick till Sunday 14th December.

Note: During their visits to Keswick, Dorothy and William Wordsworth often stayed with Samuel Taylor Coleridge at Greta Hall, which served as a central meeting place for their literary circle during Coleridge’s residence there (1800–1804).

Note: Below is a possible route to Keswick. The destinations of Dorothy and William Wordsworth’s walks have been plotted using modern Google Maps for visualization. However, these routes are only approximations, as paths and roads in their time may have differed significantly from today’s landscapes.

Thursday._–Mrs. Coleridge and Derwent came. Sweeping chimneys.

Friday._–Baking.

Saturday._–Coleridge came. Very ill, rheumatic fever. Rain incessantly.

Monday._–S. and Wm. went to Lloyd’s. Wm. dined. It rained very hard when he came home.