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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE RIVER DUDDON: SONNET 22. TRADITION, by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH Poet Analysis Poet's Biography
First Line: A love-lorn maid, at some far-distant time
Last Line: Untouched memento of her hapless doom!
First Line: A love-lorn maid, at some far-distant time
Last Line: Untouched memento of her hapless doom!
A LOVE-LORN Maid, at some far-distant time,
Came to this hidden pool, whose depths surpass
In crystal clearness Dian's looking-glass;
And, gazing, saw that Rose, which from the prime
Derives its name, reflected, as the chime
Of echo doth reverberate some sweet sound:
The starry treasure from the blue profound
She longed to ravish; -- shall she plunge, or climb
The humid precipice, and seize the guest
Of April, smiling high in upper air?
Desperate alternative! what fiend could dare
To prompt the thought? -- Upon the steep rock's breast
The lonely Primrose yet renews its bloom,
Untouched memento of her hapless doom!
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