"It is a pleasure to a real lover of Nature to give winter all the glory he can, for summer will make its own way, and speak its own praises."
"I'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."
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Source: Dorothy Wordsworth, Mary Trevelyan Moorman (1971). “Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth: the Alfoxden journal, 1798; the Grasmere journals, 1800-1803”, Oxford University Press, USA
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