Now fast up the dell came the noise and the fray,
The horse and the horn, and the hark! hark away!
Old Timothy took up his staff, and he shut'
With a leisurely motion the door of his hut.

Perhaps to himself at that moment he said; "The key I must take, for my Ellen is dead.", But of this in my ears not a word did he speak; And he went to the chase with a tear on his cheek.

SONG

FOR THE WANDERING JEW

1800 1800

THOUGH the torrents from their fountains

Roar down many a craggy steep,
Yet they find among the mountains
Resting-places calm and deep.

Clouds that love through air to hasten,

Ere the storm its fury stills,
Helmet-like themselves will fasten

On the heads of towering hills.

What, if through the frozen centre

Of the Alps the Chamois bound,
Yet he has a home to enter

In some nook of chosen ground:

And the Sea-horse, though the ocean

Yield him no domestic cave,

Slumbers without sense of motion,

Couched upon the rocking wave.

If on windy days the Raven
Gambol like a dancing skiff,

Not the less she loves her haven

In the bosom of the cliff.

The fleet Ostrich, till day closes,

Vagrant over desert sands,

Brooding on her eggs reposes

When chill night that care demands.

Day and night my toils redouble,
Never nearer to the goal;

Night and day, I feel the trouble
Of the Wanderer in my soul.

RURAL ARCHITECTURE

1800 1800

Written at Town-end, Grasmere. These structures, as every one knows, are common amongst our hills, being built by shepherds, as conspicuous marks, and occasionally by boys in sport.

THERE's George Fisher, Charles Fleming, and Reginald Shore,

Three rosy-cheeked school-boys, the highest not more
Than the height of a counsellor's bag;

To the top of GREAT HOW 1o did it please them to climb:
And there they built up, without mortar or lime,
A Man on the peak of the crag.

They built him of stones gathered up as they lay:
They built him and christened him all in one day,
An urchin both vigorous and hale;

And so without scruple they called him Ralph Jones.
Now Ralph is renowned for the length of his bones;
The Magog of Legberthwaite dale.

Just half a week after, the wind sallied forth,
And, in anger or merriment, out of the north,

Coming on with a terrible pother,

From the peak of the crag blew the giant away.

And what did these school-boys? - The very next day They went and they built up another.

-Some little I've seen of blind boisterous works

By Christian disturbers more savage than Turks,
Spirits busy to do and undo:

At remembrance whereof my blood sometimes will flag;
Then, light-hearted Boys, to the top of the crag!
And I'll build up a giant with you.