 SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to 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,...  The English Poets: Wordsworth to Tennyson - Стр. 28редактор(ы): - 1880Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | 1856 - Страниц: 754
...but never roam ; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home ! She dwelt among the untrodden Ways. She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs...she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me ! The seven Sisters, or the Solitude of Einaorie. Seven Daughters had Lord Archibald, All Children... | |
 | David Masson - 1856 - Страниц: 528
...the soul in powerless trauce, 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... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1856 - Страниц: 660
...Paradise Regained. Book 4, 220. Stanzas written in Thomson. A noticeable man, with large gray eyes. Lucy. She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs...she is in her grave, and oh ! The difference to me ! Poems founded on the Affections. xvi. Minds that have nothing to confer Find little to perceive.... | |
 | David Charles Bell - 1856 - Страниц: 466
...and quiet scene — the memory of what has been, and never more will be!* * * * * * * She dwelt among untrodden ways beside the springs of Dove ; a maid...she is in her grave — and oh, the difference to me ! XCVI1I.— SADL.— Byron. THOU whose spell can raise the dead, bid the Prophet's form appear. —... | |
 | David Masson - 1856 - Страниц: 494
...dwelt amoug the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise, Aud very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half...she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me !" Miscellaneous Poems. " Then up I rose, And dragged to earth both branch aud bough, with crash And... | |
 | 1856 - Страниц: 482
...Beside the springs of Dove ; A maid whom there were none to praise, And very few to love : A Tiolet by a mossy stone, Half hidden from the eye ! Fair...she is in her grave, and oh ! The difference to me ! WILLIAM WOEDSWOETH, 1770-1850. THE BALADE OF THE SHEPHARDE. AR OF HHEFHABDU." I know that God hath... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1857 - Страниц: 396
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 | English poetry - 1857 - Страниц: 334
...me This heath, this calm and quiet scene ; The memory of what has been, And never more will be. m. SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs...she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me ! IV. THE world is too much with us ; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1857 - Страниц: 480
...head, May no rude hand deface it, And its forlorn pit jattt ! SHE DWELT AMONG THE UNTRODDEN WAYS.* SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs...she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me ! t • Written at Goslar, 1799. t Thirty years ago, Mr. Wordsworth, speaking to the Editor of this... | |
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