From intricate cabals of treacherous friends. I, who on shipboard lived from earliest youth, Could represent the countenance horrible No-he was One whose memory ought to spread Where'er Permessus bears an honoured name, Of the vexed waters, and the indignant And live as long as its pure stream shall sea's pride Availed not to my Vessel's overthrow. If more of my condition ye would know, V 1810. 1837 TRUE is it that Ambrosio Salinero Mounts to pellucid Hippocrene, but he Yet no sepulchral honours to her Son That an exceeding love hath dazzled me; flow. And, should the out-pourings of her eyes suffice not For her heart's grief, she will entreat Sebeto Not to withhold his bounteous aid, Sebeto Who saw thee, on his margin, yield to death, In the chaste arms of thy beloved Love! What profit riches? what does youth avail ! Dust are our hopes; - I, weeping bitterly, And all the wisdom of the Stagyrite, Twine near their loved Permessus. Himself above each lower thought uplifting, His ears he closed to listen to the songs Written at Allanbank, Grasmere. Picture of my Daughter Catharine, who died the year after. LOVING she is, and tractable, though wild; And take delight in its activity; Is blithe society, who fills the air Forth-startled from the fern where she lay Springs this indigenous produce far and near; couched; No craft this subtle element can bind, Rising like water from the soil, to find In every nook a lip that it may cheer. This poem opened, when first written, with a paragraph that has been transferred as an introduction to the first series of my Scotch Memorials. The journey, of which the first part is here described, was from Grasmere to Bootle on the south-west coast of Cumberland, the whole among mountain roads through a beautiful country; and we had fine weather. The verses end with our breakfast at the head of Yewdale in a yeoman's house, which, like all the other property in that sequestered vale, has passed or is passing into the hands of Mr. James Marshall of Monk Coniston, - in Mr. Knott's, the late owner's, time called Waterhead. Our hostess married a Mr. Oldfield, a lieutenant in the Navy: they lived together for some time at Hacket, where she still resides as |