...¡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...

...could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety. Lucy. She dwelt among the untrodden warn, Of pastoral Stafford runs the brawling Trent ; Such...and such the stream On whose Arcadian banks I first ccaaed to be ; But she is in her grave, and oh, The difference to met A Portrait. She was a phantom...

...will slida Into a Lover's head ! — " O mercy !" to myself I cried, " If Lucy should be dead !" SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs...A Violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Pair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived vinknown, and few could know When...

...one by the late, and one by the present Laureate, worthy to be printed on the same page. LUCY. She dwelt among the untrodden ways, Beside the springs...she is in her grave, and oh, The difference to me ! Mr. Tennyson's delicious song, published only in the later editions of " The Princess," is less generally...

...Beside the springs of Dove, A maid, whom there were none to praise, And very few to love : A yiolet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! Fair as...she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me! We are Seven. — — • — A simple child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every...

...went on shipboard, and is now, A Seaman, a grey-headed Mariner. 1800 \\ Sms dwelt among the untrodden Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were...and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she ia in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me ! THE CHILDLESS FATHER, ) " Up, Timothy, up with your...

...will slide Into a Lover's head ! — " O mercy !" to myself I cried, " If Lucy should be dead !" SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs...is in her Grave, and, oh, The difference to me ! I TRAVEU.ED among unknown Men, In Lands beyond the Sea; Nor, England ! did I know till then What love...

...Paid for it with one wild apple — Yes, and half a one besides. Trantl<it«l by TALVI. LINES. She dwelt among the untrodden ways, Beside the springs...hidden from the eye ! Fair as a star, when only one la shining in the sky. She lived unknown — and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is...