...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...

...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...

...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...

...soul in powerless trance, Lip-dewing song, and ringlet-tossing dance." Descriptive Sketches. " She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs...she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me !" 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...

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

...springs of Dove : A maid whom there were none to praise, And very few to love. " A violet by a moisy stone, Half hidden from the eye : Fair as a star,...she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me '." The grace of the emblems, the infinite witchcrafl lying within the small compass of these three...

...affirmed that " out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaketh." Here is an example : — " She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs...she is in her grave, and, Oh ! The difference to me ! " The worth of this outpouring of a "wounded spirit" will be best estimated, when compared with an...