Mary Wollstonecraft

Letters written during a short residence in Sweden… (December 30, 2007 [eBook #3529] [Most recently updated June 5, 2022])

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Mary Wollstonecraft Letters written during a short residence in Sweden… (December 30, 2007 [eBook #3529] [Most recently updated June 5, 2022])

As my affairs called me to Stromstad (the frontier town of Sweden) in my way to Norway, I was to pass over, I heard, the most uncultivated part of the country. Still I believe that the grand features of Sweden are the same everywhere, and it is only the grand features that admit of description. There is an individuality in every prospect, which remains in the memory as forcibly depicted as the particular features that have arrested our attention; yet we cannot find words to discriminate that individuality so as to enable a stranger to say, this is the face, that the view.
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Mary Wollstonecraft Letters written during a short residence in Sweden… (December 30, 2007 [eBook #3529] [Most recently updated June 5, 2022])

Sheltered from the north and eastern winds, nothing can exceed the salubrity, the soft freshness of the western gales. In the evening they also die away; the aspen leaves tremble into stillness, and reposing nature seems to be warmed by the moon, which here assumes a genial aspect. And if a light shower has chanced to fall with the sun, the juniper, the underwood of the forest, exhales a wild perfume, mixed with a thousand nameless sweets that, soothing the heart, leave images in the memory which the imagination will ever hold dear.
Nature is the nurse of sentiment, the true source of taste
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Mary Wollstonecraft Letters written during a short residence in Sweden… (December 30, 2007 [eBook #3529] [Most recently updated June 5, 2022])

My present journey has given fresh force to my opinion that no place is so disagreeable and unimproving as a country town. I should like to divide my time between the town and country; in a lone house, with the business of farming and planting, where my mind would gain strength by solitary musing, and in a metropolis to rub off the rust of thought, and polish the taste which the contemplation of nature had rendered just. Thus do we wish as we float down the stream of life, whilst chance does more to gratify a desire of knowledge than our best laid plans.
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