 | Walter Scott - 1843 - 710 pagine
...expenses of the road, up and down from London, and all other expenses whatever. ©fcattr What strange and wayward thoughts will slide Into a lover's head; "O mercy!" to myself I pried, " If Lucy should be dead 1" WOHTJSWOHTH. N pursuing her solitary journey, our heroine, soon... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 660 pagine
...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...mercy ! " to myself I cried, " If Lucy should be dead ! " I799. SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1845 - 688 pagine
...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...and wayward thoughts will slide Into a Lover's head ! " 0 mercy ! " to myself I cried, « If Lucy should be dead ! " 1799. VIII. SHE dwelt among the untrodden... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1849 - 668 pagine
...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 hoot He raised, and never stopped : When down behind the cottage roof, At once, the bright moon dropj>ed... | |
 | 1850 - 560 pagine
...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. What fond and wayward thoughts will slide Into a Lover's head ! ' O mercy !' to myself I cried, ' If... | |
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1850 - 782 pagine
...motions on a dreamy mind equal to anything in ' Christabel.' He is riding towards Lucy's cot — ' My horse moved on ; hoof after hoof He raised, and...the cottage roof At once the bright moon dropped.' But just as he has wrought up the reader to expect a fine development of the superstitious feeling... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1851 - 748 pagine
...Lucy's cot The Moon descended still. In one of those sweet dreams I slept, Kind Nature's gentlest boon ! usk, recall To mind the living presences of Nuns; A gentle, pensive, white-robed slida Into a Lover's head ! — " O mercy !" to myself I cried, " If Lucy should be dead !" SHE dwelt... | |
 | William Wordsworth - 1854 - 776 pagine
...nigh Those paths so dear to me. In one of those sweet dreams I slept, Kind Nature's gentlest boon ! And all the while my eyes I kept On the descending...mercy !" to myself I cried, " If Lucy should be dead !" SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise,... | |
 | Walter Scott - 1855 - 752 pagine
...London, and all other expenses whatever. CHAPTER II. What strange and wayward thoughts will slide Tnto a lover's head : " O mercy !" to myself I cried, " If Lucy should be dead !" Wordsworth. IN pursuing her solitary journey, our heroine, soon after passing the house of Dumbiedikes,... | |
 | 1856 - 580 pagine
...motions on a dreamy mind equal to anything in ' Christabel.' He is riding towards Lucy's cot — I My horse moved on ; hoof after hoof He raised, and...the cottage roof At once the bright moon dropped.' But just as he has wrought up the reader to expect a fine development of the superstitious feeling... | |
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My horse moved on; hoof after hoof He raised, and never stopped : When down behind the cottage roof, At once, the bright moon dropped. What fond and wayward thoughts will slide Into a lover's head! "O mercy!" to myself I cried, "If Lucy should be dead! 
