...vain Art nature's favourite. SHE DWELT AMONG THE UNTRODDEN WAYS. SRE dwelt among the untrodden way Beside the springs of Dove, A maid, whom there were...she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me ! ODE TO DUTY. STERN daughter of the voice of God ! O Duty ! if that name thou love Who art a light...

...deep, And there lies gude Sir Patrick Spence, Wi' the Scots lords at his feet. LUCY. — JTordsworth. SHE dwelt among .the untrodden ways Beside the springs...hidden from the eye ! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. 1 14 TO A MOUSE. She lived unknown, — and few could know When Lucy ceased...

...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...

...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...

...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...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...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...

...think o: analysing the perfections of the exquisitely simpl and almost statuesquely pure, memorial of Lucy. " She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside...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...