...mihi sic animo, Medi quae littus inumbrant, Usque nitent, oculis quam nituere, rosae. В XVI. ILwcg. SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways, Beside the springs...praise, And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half-hidden from the eye ; Fair as a star when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and...

...mihi sic animo, Medi quae littus inumbrant, Usque nitent, oculis quam nituere, rosae. v XVI. Hucg. SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways, Beside the springs...praise, And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half-hidden from the eye ; Fair as a star when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and...

...A maid whom there were none to praise, And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half.hidden from the eye ; Fair as a star when only one Is shining...unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; And she is in her grave, and oh ! The difference to me ! Wordsworth. XVII. EAKE, rd\av, irapa fj,r^rpos...

...admiration of this poet has always been, we could never regard this as anything less than a perfect poem : " She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs...she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me !" We can better pardon this deficiency, so uncommon in a poet, than the extravagances of his fondness...

...admiration of this poet has always been, we could never regard this as anything less than a perfect poem : " She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs...unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But ehe is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me !" We can better pardon this deficiency, so uncommon...

...untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to pmise, And very lew to lovo : " A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye...she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me !" We can better pardon this deficiency, so uncommon in a poet, than the extravagances of his fondness...

...slide Into a Lover's head ! " O mercy !" to myself I cried, -1 If Lucy should be dead ! " H99. IX. SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs...Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and. oli, The difference to me i 7799 I TRAVELLED among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea ; Nor, England...

...none to praise A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair ая a star, when ouly one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and...she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me ! 179И. I TRAVELLED among unknown men, In lands beyond the sea ; Nor, England ! did I know till then...

...the soul in powerless trance, Lip-dewing song, and ringlet-tossing dance." Descriptive Sketcttes. " She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs...she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me I" Miscellaneous Poems. " Then up I rose, And dragged to earth both branch and bough, with crash And...

...analysing the perfections of the exquisitely simpl and almost statuesquely pure, memorial of Lucy. " She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs...she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me !" The grace of the emblems, the infinite witchcraft lying within the small compass of these three...