The twilight had almost gone, and in the growing darkness we retraced our steps to the village, well content that, through communion with the Spirit of Wordsworth in the presence of that “mighty Being” who to him was the great Teacher and Inspirer of mankind, our own love of nature had been reawakened, and our time well spent on this peaceful, never-to-be-forgotten day at Windermere.
[1] Grass.
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FROM HAWTHORNDEN TO ROSLIN GLEN
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FROM HAWTHORNDEN TO ROSLIN GLEN
| “Roslin’s towers and braes are bonnie— Craigs and water! woods and glen! Roslin’s banks! unpeered by ony, Save the Muse’s Hawthornden.” |