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.

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H. COLERIDGE

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

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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 Q!

The difference to me!

W. WORDSWORTH

APOET OF NATURE.

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I travell❜d 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'd
The bowers where Lucy play'd;

And thine too is the last green field

That Lucy's eyes survey'd.

W. WORDSWORTH

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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 ;

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

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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

181

LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER

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 арасе,
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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O haste thee, haste!' the lady cries, Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies,

But not an angry father.'

The boat has left a stormy land,
A stormy sea before her,-

When, O! too strong for human hand
The tempest gather'd o'er her.

And still they row'd amidst the roar

Of waters fast prevailing:

Lord Ullin reach'd that fatal shore,—

His wrath was changed to wailing.

For, sore dismay'd, through storm and shade His child he did discover :

One lovely hand she stretch'd for aid,

And one was round her lover.

'Come back! come back!' he cried in grief

Across this stormy water:

And I'll forgive your Highland chief,

My daughter!—O my daughter!'

'Twas vain the loud waves lash'd the shore,

Return or aid preventing :

The waters wild went o'er his child,

And he was left lamenting.

T. CAMPBELL

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JOCK O' HAZELDEAN

'Why weep ye by the tide, ladie?
Why weep ye by the tide ?
I'll wed ye to my youngest son,
And ye sall be his bride :