 | William Wordsworth - 1994 - 628 pàgines
...in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees. '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,... | |
 | Mark W. G. Stibbe - 1994 - 153 pàgines
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 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 pàgines
...landscape, were to me More dear, both for themselves and for thy sake! 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,... | |
 | Linda Bannister, Ellen Davis Conner, Robert Liftig, Luann Reed-Siegel - 1994 - 270 pàgines
...was she: But now she's in her grave, and Oh! The difference to me! Later Draft She dwelt among th' untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid...Violet by a mossy stone Half-hidden from the Eye! — Fait, as a star when only one Is shining in the sky! She liv'd unknown, and few could know When... | |
 | Mark Jones - 1995 - 368 pàgines
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 | Nancy Kiefer - 1995 - 84 pàgines
...but I don't recall how it went. I was very sick then. It's no wonder I don't remember it. DOMENIC. "She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs...Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love;" LUCY. That's it! DOMENIC. "A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye— Fair... | |
 | G. Kim Blank - 1995 - 284 pàgines
...Nursed on a lonesome heath; Her lips were red as roses are, Her hair a woodbine wreath. 2 She lived [dwelt] among the untrodden ways Beside the springs...Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise, And very few to love; 3 A violet by a mossy stone Half-hidden from the eye! Fair as a star when only one Is... | |
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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, and... 
