...never roam ; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home ! SHE DWELT AMONG THE UNTHODDEN WAYS. SHB dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs...unknown, — and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; Hut she is in her grave, and, oh. The ditferenee to me ! except cases where they are mixed up with...

...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...

...hut never roam ; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home ! SHE DWELT AMONO THE UNTRODDEN WAYS. SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs...were none to praise. And very few to love : A violet hy a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She...

...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,...

...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...

...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...

...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...

...but 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,...

...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,...

...child is father of the man ; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety. Lucy. "A `_+. A Portrait. She was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight ; A lovely apparition,...