 | William Wordsworth - 2003 - 56 pàgines
...comrade Luc \ She dwelt on a wide moor, —The sweetest thing that Beside a human door! knew ever grew You yet may spy the fawn at play, The hare upon the green; But the sweet face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen. "To-night will be a stormy night — You to the town must go; And take a lantern,... | |
 | William Wordsworth, Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 2003 - 356 pàgines
...and stones and trees! Lucy Gray1 Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray, And when I cross'd the Wild, I chanc'd to see at break of day The solitary Child. No Mate, no comrade Lucy knew; She dwelt on a wild Moor, The sweetest Thing that ever grew Beside a human door! You yet may spy the Fawn at play,... | |
 | Edward Leeson - 2004 - 728 pàgines
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 | William Keach - 2004 - 216 pàgines
...come, and whence; So that it seems a thing endued with sense: (Resolution and Independence, 57-61) No mate, no comrade Lucy knew; She dwelt on a wide...sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door! ("Lucy Gray," 5-8) She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. ("A Slumber Did... | |
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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... 
