A countenance in which did meet And now I see with eye serene With something of an angel-light IV. Wordsworth CCXVIII She is not fair to outward view Her loveliness I never knew Until she smiled on me. O then I saw her eye was bright, But now her looks are coy and cold, 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 CCXIX I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden; 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 CCXX She dwelt among the untrodden ways A maid whom there were none to praise, A violet by a mossy stone She lived unknown, and few could know But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me ! W. Wordsworth CCXXI I travell'd among unknown men 'Tis past, that melancholy dream! Among thy mountains did I feel And she I cherish'd turn'd her wheel Thy mornings show'd, thy nights conceal'c And thine too is the last green field W. Wordsworth CCXXII THE EDUCATION OF NATURE Three years she grew in sun and shower; 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, Of mute insensate things. Р 'The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Ev'n 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 '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 CCXXIII A slumber did my spirit seal; I had no human fears: She seem'd a thing that could not feel No motion has she now, no force; W. Wordsworth CCXXIV A LOST LOVE I meet thy pensive, moonlight face; And former hours and scenes retrace, Then sighs and tears flow fast and free, And life has nought beside for me There are crush'd hearts that will not break; And mine, methinks, is one; Or thus I should not weep and wake, I little thought it thus could be In days more sad and fair That earth could have a place for me, Yet death cannot our hearts divide, Yet never, never can we part, Thine, thine is still this wither'd heart, Till we shall meet again. H. F. Lyte CCXXV LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER A Chieftain to the Highlands bound |