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Many thanks, Jackie.
Very interesting, but it still isn't what I'm looking for, I fear!
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Why Dorothy Wordsworth is not as Famous as her Brother
(Lynn Peters)
'I wandered lonely as a . . .
They're in the top drawer, William,
Under your socks -
I wandered lonely as a -
No not that drawer, the top one.
I wandered by myself -
Well wear the ones you can find,
No, don't get overwrought my dear,
I'm coming.'
'I was out one day wandering
Lonely as a cloud when -
Soft boiled egg, yes my dear,
As usual, three minutes -
As a cloud when all of a sudden -
Look, I said I'll cook it,
Just hold on will you -
All right. I'm coming.
'One day I was out for a walk
When I saw this flock -
It can't be too hard, it had three minutes.
Well put some butter in it.
-- This host of golden daffodils
As I was out for a stroll one -
'Oh you fancy a stroll, do you.
Yes, all right William. I'm coming.
It's on the peg. Under your hat.
I'll bring my pad, shall I, in case
You want to jot something down?'
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Way to go!
And Brava! to Lynn Peters.
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and as a matter of interest, how did you track it down? I too had read this some while ago, but had no clue where to look!
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And he didn't even dedicate the poem to her!
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
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Altavista search for:
Wordsworth daffodils +Dorothy
The "+" is important. Found it on a personal web page. The Dorothy-William thing made for interesting reading. Maybe this William, like a famous other, receives credit for work not his own...
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Altavista search for:
Wordsworth daffodils +Dorothy
The doc shrugs it off. Meanwhile, many of us have been uselessly googlŽing with the same key words. Good on ya, Doc. Thanks. Can you give us an URL, or is the web page too personal?
And thank you, Rhuby, for bringing it up in the first place. Regards to yer wife n cats.
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lol @ "too personal". I usually hear that at the Obstetrics and Gynaecology Clinic. I was going to post this at the time but lost the page and had a lot of trouble finding it again. Here 'tis... http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~morgan/cheryl/poems.html
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Since it turns out the poem was not written by the original poet's relative, the following is analogous:
A Parental Ode to My Son
Aged Three Years and Five Months
---Thomas Hood
Thou happy, happy elf!
(But stop,--first let me kiss away that tear!)
Thou tiny image of myself!
(My love, he's poking peas into his ear!)
Thou merry, laughing sprite,
With spirits feather-light,
Untouched by sorrow, and unspoiled by sin,--
(My dear, the child is swallowing a pin!)
The father's pride and hope!
(He'll break the mirror with that skipping rope!)
With pure heart newly stamped from nature's mint,
(Where did he learn that squint?)
Thou young domestic dove!
(He'll have that jug off with another shove!)
Dear nursling of the hymeneal nest!
(Are those torn cloths his best?)
Little epitome of man!
(He'll climb upon the table, that's his plan!)
Touched with the beauteous tints of dawning life,--
(He's got a knife!)
[etc.]
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