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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!

~ WW
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"If he's honest, he'll steal; if he's human, he'll murder; if he's faithful, he'll deceive. Being at a loss to resolve these questions, I am resolved to leave them without any resolution." I have so much to say to you that I am afraid I shall tell you nothing."

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