INSCRIPTIONS FOR THE SPOT WHERE THE HERMITAGE STOOD ON ST. HERBERT'S ISLAND, DERWENTWATER 1800 1800 If thou in the dear love of some one Friend Hast been so happy that thou know'st what thoughts Will sometimes in the happiness of love Make the heart sink, then wilt thou reverence This quiet spot; and, Stranger! not unmoved Wilt thou behold this shapeless heap of stones, Here stood his threshold; here was spread the roof After long exercise in social cares And offices humane, intent to adore -- A Fellow-labourer, whom the good Man loved To heaven he knelt before the crucifix, While o'er the lake the cataract of Lodore Pealed to his orisons, and when he paced Along the beach of this small isle and thought WRITTEN WITH A PENCIL UPON A STONE IN THE WALL OF THE HOUSE (AN OUTHOUSE), ON THE ISLAND AT GRASMERE 1800 1800 RUDE is this Edifice, and Thou hast seen Vitruvius of our village had no help Of red Morocco folio, saw displayed, Of Beauties yet unborn - the rustic Lodge Green-house, shell-grot, and moss-lined hermitage. |