We just know she treated Dorothy "kindly." Flat & static character, not a lot of description except for being "sour." Personified as dancing, happy flower friends, who "rested their heads" on stones like "pillows" and dance in the stormy weather. Seems to be a personified antagonist, because it is described as "threatening" and that it "seized" their breath We don't get a lot of information about this character except that she calls a certain plant "pile wort." Probably the most developed of characters (round and dynamic) because she perseveres through the stormy weather and seems somewhat changed by the happy daffodils. We don't get a description of her, butt we can tell that she knows a lot about botany, as she seems to be able to identify lots of flowers. We enjoyed ourselves, and wished for Mary. He brought out a volume of Enfield's Speaker, another miscellany, and an odd volume of Congreve's plays. He soon made his way to the library, piled up in a corner of the window. William was sitting by a good fire when I came downstairs. The landlady looked sour, but it is her way. At Dobson's I was very kindly treated by a young woman. All was cheerless and gloomy, so we faced the storm. The bays were stormy, and we heard the waves at different distances, and in the middle of the water, like the sea. There was here and there a little knot, and a few stragglers higher up but they were so few as not to disturb the simplicity, unity, and life of that one busy highway. This wind blew directly over the lake to them. They grew among the mossy stones about and above them some rested their heads upon these stones, as on a pillow, for weariness and the rest tossed and reeled and danced, and seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind, that blew upon them over the lake they looked so gay, ever glancing, ever changing. But as we went along there were more and yet more and at last, under the boughs of the trees, we saw that there was a long belt of them along the shore, about the breadth of a country turnpike road. We fancied that the sea had floated the seeds ashore, and that the little colony had so sprung up. When we were in the woods beyond Gowbarrow Park we saw a few daffodils close to the water-side. A few primroses by the roadside-woodsorrel flower, the anemone, scentless violets, strawberries, and that starry, yellow flower which Mrs. We got over into a field to avoid some cows-people working. The hawthorns are black and green, the birches here and there greenish, but there is yet more of purple to be seen on the twigs. We rested again in the Water Millock Lane. There was a boat by itself floating in the middle of the bay below Water Millock. We first rested in the large boathouse, then under a furze bush opposite Mr. The wind was furious, and we thought we must have returned. Clarkson went a short way with us, but turned back. It was a threatening, misty morning, but mild. "Yellow Daffodils" by John O'Neill (2004) is licensed CC BY-SA 3.0 Case Study: "April 15th, 1802" by Dorothy WordsworthĬase Study: "April 15th, 1802" by Dorothy Wordsworth.
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