lened] crouched. swink'd] laboured. brainyell'd]
stirred, beat.
mooted] moulted. sey] essay. unmeled]
unblemished.
her lane] alone, by herself. seymar]=cymar, a slight
covering. raike] range, wander.
bughts] milking-pens. goved]
stared, gazed. corby] raven.
houf] haunt. raike] ramble. tod]
fox.
attour] out over. forhooy'd] neglected.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.
1770-1850
515. Lucy i
STRANGE fits of passion have I known:
And I will dare to tell,
But in the lover's ear alone,
What once to me befell.
When she I loved look'd every day
Fresh as a rose in June,
I to her cottage bent my way,
Beneath an evening moon.
Upon the moon I fix'd my eye,
All over the wide lea;
With quickening pace my horse drew nigh
Those paths so dear to me.
And now we reach'd the orchard-plot;
And, as we climb'd the hill,
The sinking moon to Lucy's cot
Came near and nearer still.
In one of those sweet dreams I slept,
Kind Nature's gentlest boon!
And all the while my eyes I kept
On the descending moon.
My horse moved on; hoof after hoof
He raised, and never stopp'd:
When down behind the cottage roof,
At once, the bright moon dropp'd.
What fond and wayward thoughts will slide
Into a lover's head!
'O mercy!' to myself I cried,
'If Lucy should be dead!'
516. Lucy ii
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.
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And ah let it
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But the might of
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Such empty phantom I
Look to the presence
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Now noon is went
Come doun come doun
But hark I hear
A broken heart lies
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We have seen we
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