 | William Wordsworth - 1994 - 628 pàgines
...bewildered chimes. Lucy Gray; or, Solitude Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray: And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see at break of day The solitary child....Beside a human door! You yet may spy the fawn at play, 10 The hare upon the green; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen. 'Tonight will... | |
 | Stanley Appelbaum - 1996 - 260 pàgines
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 | Yu Liu - 1999 - 160 pàgines
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 | Sylvia Couturié - 2001 - 262 pàgines
...sitting on the stone wall of the garden. She would always make me think of William Wordsworth's sad poem, No mate, no comrade, Lucy knew; She dwelt on a wide moor The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a cottage door. Me looking out to sea in 1940, looking toward France and longing to go home. CHAPTER... | |
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OFT I had heard of Lucy Gray : And, when I crossed the wild, I chanced to see at break of day The solitary Child. No mate, no comrade Lucy knew ; She dwelt on a wide moor, — The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door ! You yet may spy the... 
