Lucy Gray in one of the finest literary ballad written by William Wordsworth in blank verses. Add to list. Lucy Gray [or Solitude]. Not blither is the mountain roe, With many a wanton stroke Her feet disperse, the powd'ry snow That rises up like smoke. The storm came on before its time, She wander'd up and down, And many a hill did Lucy climb But never reach'd the Town.
Poetry derived from the Greek poiesis , "making" is a form of literature that uses aesthetic and often rhythmic    qualities of language —such as phonaesthetics , sound symbolism , and metre —to evoke meanings in addition to, or in place of, the prosaic ostensible meaning. Poetry has a long history — dating back to prehistoric times with hunting poetry in Africa , and to panegyric and elegiac court poetry of the empires of the Nile , Niger , and Volta River valleys. Early poems in the Eurasian continent evolved from folk songs such as the Chinese Shijing ; or from a need to retell oral epics, as with the Sanskrit Vedas , the Zoroastrian Gathas , and the Homeric epics, the Iliad and the Odyssey.
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