 | 1838 - 746 oldal
...creation—a pure, a bright one—teeming with truth and joy. Lucy realised Wordsworth's description— " She dwelt among the untrodden ways, Beside the springs...violet by a mossy stone, Half hidden from the eye, A sinple star, wh«n only MIC, Is shining in the sky. 1 ' CHAPTER IV. " Hear my soul speak;— The... | |
 | 1839 - 880 oldal
...example needs no announcement to any of those to whom the name of Wordsworth or of poetry is dear. " She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs...she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me !" We would rather be the author of one noble and finished composition, like this of Wordsworth's,... | |
 | 1839 - 892 oldal
...example needs no announcement to any of those to whom the name of Wordsworth or of poetry is dear. " She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs...violet by a mossy stone, Half hidden from the eye I Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. " She lived unknown, and few could know When... | |
 | John Wilson - 1842 - 426 oldal
...virtue of the loved, lost object, who is commemorated in the following lines : " She dwelt among th' untrodden ways, Beside the springs of Dove ; A maid...she is in her grave, — and oh The difference to me .'" " Well now, are those lines really by Mr. Wordsworth 1 I declare they are very pretty. But do you... | |
 | John Wilson - 1842 - 414 oldal
...virtue of the loved, lost object, who is commemorated in the following lines : " She dwelt among th' untrodden ways, Beside the springs of Dove; A maid...could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave,—and oh The difference to me .'" " Well now, are those lines really by Mr. Wordsworth 1 I declare... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1842 - 440 oldal
...never roam ; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home ! SUE DWELT AMONG THE UNTRODDEN WAYS. SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs...sky. She lived unknown, — and few could know When Luey ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, GEORGE GORDON BYRON was born in Holies Street,... | |
 | John Wilson - 1842 - 360 oldal
...maid whom there were none to praise, And very few to love : 328 WILSON'S HISCELLANEOUS WRITINGS. " A violet by a mossy stone, Half hidden from the eye...she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me !" We would rather be the author of one noble and finished composition, like this of Wordsworth's,... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - 92 oldal
...This heath, this calm and quiet scene ; The memory of what has been, And never more will be. III. SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs...she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me! IV. THE world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers; Little... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 oldal
...is father of the man ; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety. Lucy. She `_+. A Portrait. She was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight ; A lovely apparition,... | |
 | 1841 - 178 oldal
...at last she flies, And in your fragrant bosom dies. CAHEW. SHE DWELT AMONG THE UNTRODDEN WAYS. SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs...she is in her grave, and, oh ! The difference to me ! WORDSWORTH. SONNET. Go, Valentine, and tell that lovely maid Whom fancy still will portray to my... | |
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SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, 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 in the sky. She lived unknown,... 
