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Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;
Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair ;
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful dawn;
A dancing shape, an image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
I saw her upon nearer view,
A spirit, yet a woman too!
Her household motions light and free,
And steps of virgin-liberty;
A countenance in which did meet
Sweet records, promises as sweet ;
A creature not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food,
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine ;
A being breathing thoughtful breath,
A traveller between life and death :
The reason firm, the temperate will,
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill ;
A perfect woman, nobly plann'd
To warn, to comfort, and command;
And yet a Spirit still, and bright
With something of an angel-light.

W. Wordsworth

CLXXV

She is not fair to outward view

As many maidens be;
Her loveliness I never knew

Until she smiled on me.
O then I saw her eye was bright,
A well of love, a spring of light.
But now her looks are coy and cold,

To mine they ne'er reply,
And yet I cease not to behold

The love-light in her eye :

Her very frowns are fairer far
Than smiles of other maidens are.

H. Coleridge

CLXXVI

I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden ;
Thou needest not fear mine;
My spirit is too deeply laden
Ever to burthen thine.

I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion;
Thou needest not fear mine ;
Innocent is the heart's devotion
With which I worship thine.

P. B. Shelley

CLXXVII

THE LOST LOVE
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 few could know

When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and O! The difference to me!

W. Wordsworth

CLXXVIII

I travelld among unknown men

In lands beyond the sea ;
Nor, England ! did I know till then

What love I bore to thee.

'Tis past, that melancholy dream !

Nor will I quit thy shore
A second time, for still I seem

To love thee more and more.
Among thy mountains did I feel

The joy of my desire ;
And she I cherish'd turn'd her wheel

Beside an English fire.
Thy mornings show'd, thy nights conceal'l

The bowers where Lucy play'd ; And thine too is the last

green

field That Lucy's eyes survey’d.

W. Wordsworth

CLXXIX

THE EDUCATION OF NATURE

Three years

she

grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, “A lovelier flower On earth was never sown : This child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse: and with me The girl, in rock and plain In earth and heaven, in glade and bower Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain. 'She shall be sportive as the fawn That wild with glee across the lawn Or up the mountain springs ; And her's shall be the breathing balm, And her's the silence and the calm Of mute insensate things. * The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend;

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Nor shall she fail to see
E'en in the motions of the storm
Grace that shall mould the maiden's form
By silent sympathy.
• The stars of midnight shall be dear
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.
• And vital feelings of delight
Shall rear her form to stately height,
Her virgin bosom swell ;
Such thoughts to Lucy I will give
While she and I together live
Here in this happy dell.'
Thus Nature spake–The work was done-
How soon my Lucy's race was run !
She died, and left to me
This heath, this calm and quiet scene;
The memory of what has been,
And never more will be.

W. Wordsworth

CLXXX

A slumber did my spirit seal ;

I had no human fears :
She seem'd a thing that could not feel

The touch of earthly years.
No motion has she now, no force ;

She neither hears nor sees ;
Roll'd round in earth's diurnal course
With rocks, and stones, and trees !

W. Wordsworth

CLXXXI

LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER

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A Chieftain to the Highlands bound
Cries · Boatman, do not tarry !
And I'll give thee a silver pound
To row us o'er the ferry!'

Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle This dark and stormy water ?'

O I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this, Lord Ullin's daughter. " And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. • His horsemen hard behind us ride Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover ?' Out spoke the hardy Highland wight ' I'll go, my chief, I'm ready : It is not for your silver bright, But for your winsome lady :• And by my word ! the bonny bird In danger shall not tarry ; So though the waves are raging white I'll row you o'er the ferry.' By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode arméd men, Their trampling sounded nearer.

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