...too, tau the last green fold That Lucy's eyes surveyed." And that other verse still more touching " She lived unknown, and few could know, When Lucy ceased to be, But she it in the grare, and oh, The differenee to me." And while here we cannot but notice that there is another...

...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...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,...

...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...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,...

...entitled "Modern Style," in the "North British Keview" for February 1857. We are inclined to think the "She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs...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,...

...fall ; They disobey me. On the rack I scorn thee. 7. — AFFECTIONATE REMEMBRANCE. — Wordsworth. She dwelt among the untrodden ways beside the springs...and very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone, half hidden"1 from the eye ! Fair as a star when only one is shining in the sky. She lived unknown,...

...say, does it record the feelings of a particular moment or does it tell a story?) She dwelt among th' untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid...praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone 5 Half-hidden from the eye! Fair as a star when only one Is shining in the sky! She lived unknown,...

...enjoyed by quite a lot of practitioners. It could well be called Lucy's disease after Wordsworth's- Lucy: She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs...Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. Turning to the hypochondriacs, first we have the rich hypochondriac. I call this one The...

...far, Nursed on a lonesome heath; Her lips were red as roses are, Her hair a woodbine wreath. She lived among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove,...Half-hidden from the eye! Fair as a star when only one Is shining in the sky! And she was graceful as the broom That flowers by Carron's side; But slow distemper...

...where a star and flower belong to the mourning poet's state of mind before death has intruded on it: A Violet by a mossy stone, Half-hidden from the Eye! — Fair, as a star when only one, Is shining in the sky! 11.4-8 What is important here, however, is not that Tennyson fails where no...

...death. When it comes I can be with her again. I appreciate this poem, "Lucy," by William Wordsworth: She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove. A maid of whom there were none to please, And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone, Half hidden from...