XIII. XIV. XV. She dwelt among the untrodden ways A maid whom there were none to praise, A violet by a mossy stone -Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me! W. Wordsworth. I travell❜d among unknown men Nor, England! did I know till then "Tis past, that melancholy dream! Nor will I quit thy shore CCXX. 5 10 CCXXI: 5 Among thy mountains did I feel The joy of my desire; 10 And she I cherish'd turn'd her wheel Beside an English fire. Thy mornings show'd, thy nights conceal'd And thine too is the last green field That Lucy's eyes survey'd. 15 W. Wordsworth. THE EDUCATION OF NATURE. Three years she grew in sun and shower; On earth was never sown : CCXXII. The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, în glade and bower, 10 Grace that shall mould the maiden's form 'The stars of midnight shall be dear 15 25 To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face. Such thoughts to Lucy I will give Her virgin bosom swell; While she and I together live Here in this happy dell.' Thus Nature spake-The work was done- She died, and left to me This heath, this calm and quiet scene; W. Wordsworth. 5 XVI. A slumber did my spirit seal; I had no human fears: She seem'd a thing that could not feel No motion has she now, no force; Roll'd round in earth's diurnal course CCXXIII. W. Wordsworth. XVII. A LOST LOVE. I meet thy pensive, moonlight face; 5 CCXXIV. And former hours and scenes retrace, Too fleeting, and too dear! Yet never, never can we part, Thine, thine is still this wither'd heart, H. F. Lyte. XVIII. CCXXV LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER. A Chieftain to the Highlands bound 'Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle, 'And fast before her father's men 'His horsemen hard behind us ride- Then who will cheer my bonnie bride, Out spoke the hardy Highland wight, 'And by my word! the bonny bird So though the waves are raging white By this the storm grew loud apace, And in the scowl of Heaven each face But still as wilder blew the wind, 'O haste thee, haste!' the lady cries, XIX. The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her, When, oh! too strong for human hand The tempest gather'd o'er her. 40 And still they row'd amidst the roar Of waters fast prevailing: Lord Ullin reach'd that fatal shore, His wrath was changed to wailing. For, sore dismay'd, through storm and shade 45 One lovely hand she stretched for aid, And one was round her lover. 'Come back! come back!' he cried in grief, 50 50 And I'll forgive your Highland chief, My daughter!-Oh, my daughter!' "Twas vain the loud waves lash'd the shore, Return or aid preventing: The waters wild went o'er his child, 55 And he was left lamenting. |