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She dwelt among the untrodden waysBeside the springs of Dove,A Maid whom there were none to praiseAnd very few to love: A violet by a mossy stoneHalf hidden from the eye!Fair as a star, when only oneIs shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could knowWhen Lucy ceased to be;But she is in her grave, and oh,The difference to me! … [Read more...] about Lucy II, By: William Wordsworth

Strange fits of passion have I known:And I will dare to tell,But in the lover's ear alone,What once to me befell. When she I loved look'd every dayFresh as a rose in June,I to her cottage bent my way,Beneath an evening moon. Upon the moon I fix'd my eye,All over the wide lea;With quickening pace my horse drew nighThose paths so dear to me. And now we reach'd the … [Read more...] about Lucy I, By: William Wordsworth

Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray,And when I cross'd the Wild,I chanc'd to see at break of dayThe solitary Child. No Mate, no comrade Lucy knew;She dwelt on a wild Moor,The sweetest Thing that ever grewBeside a human door! You yet may spy the Fawn at play,The Hare upon the Green;But the sweet face of Lucy GrayWill never more be seen. "To-night will be a stormy night,You to … [Read more...] about Lucy Gray, By: William Wordsworth

Lowther! in thy majestic Pile are seenCathedral pomp and grace, in apt accordWith the baronial castle's sterner mien;Union significant of God adored,And charters won and guarded by the swordOf ancient honour; whence that goodly stateOf polity which wise men venerate,And will maintain, if God his help afford.Hourly the democratic torrent swells;For airy promises and hopes … [Read more...] about Lowther, By: William Wordsworth

There's more in words than I can teach:Yet listen, Child! I would not preach;But only give some plain directionsTo guide your speech and your affections.Say not you 'love' a roasted fowl,But you may love a screaming owl.And, if you can, the unwieldy toadThat crawls from his secure abodeWithin the mossy garden wallWhen evening dews begin to fall.Oh mark the beauty of his … [Read more...] about Loving And Liking – Irregular Verses – Addressed To A Child (By My Sister), By: William Wordsworth