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She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways
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, oh,
The difference to me! |
| William Wordsworth |
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| Name: lucy gray | 2005-03-29 |
| i have to do a research paper on the lucy poems and i am just aggravated with it. i can not seem to find anything useful besides the library, but i have no time to get to the library before it closes. the guy is a genius and i love his poems but urgh why cant there be more websites about him!!! |
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