Lucy

Then did my younger brother Amidas / Love that same other Damzell, Lucy bright, / To whom but little dowre allotted was; / Her vertue was the dowre, that did delight.

She liv'd unknown, and few could know / When Lucy ceas'd to be; / But she is in her Grave, and, Oh ! / The difference to me.

But certainly there are some names which seem to belong to particular classes of character, to form the mind and even influence the destiny: Louisa, now; - is not your Louisa necessarily a die-away damsel, who reads novels, and holds her head on one side, languishing and given to love! Is not Lucy a pretty soubrette, a wearer of cast gowns and cast smiles, smart and coquettish!

Now we'll just use a fiction name / Lucy that sounds nice / A name we can remember / Without repeating twice / / My name is so old fashioned / And they are very few / But some will have a puzzled look / And whisper Lucy who?

Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me / Set from our o'ermatch'd forces forth for aid.

A new analysis of Lucy’s bones suggests that she may have fallen to her death from a tall tree. […] In 1974, scientists working in Ethiopia uncovered an extraordinary female skeleton, whom they called Lucy. She was 3.2 million years old, and belonged to a new species of hominid now known as Australopithecus afarensis.

Picture yourself in a boat on a river/With tangerine trees and marmalade skies/Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly/A girl with kaleidoscope eyes/Cellophane flowers of yellow and green/Towering over your head/Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes/And she's gone/Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds

The last time I made moocah, or dug sweet Lucy, was with Janis Joplin, who gave me one that must have been rolled by Montezuma himself. I saw my thoughts in clear letters, and they both felt and looked like a double strike on a coin […].

Tanya shook her head slowly. 'We married to fill out the missing bits of ourselves. That doesn't have to be a bad reason. But you see, I'd been "in it". The contrast between that infernal blaze of feeling and keep-the-home-fires burning was just too much. It's why one mustn't start taking Lucy. Lucy was the current slang for LSD.

That a lucy or luce is the mature pike, every piscatorial schoolboy knows.