LONG time his pulse hath ceased to beat, To stately Hall and Cottage rude Oh true of heart, of spirit gay, Such solace find we for our loss; And what beyond this thought we crave 70 Comes in the promise from the Cross, Shining upon thy happy grave. MATTHEW 1799. 1800 In the School of is a tablet, on which are inscribed, in gilt letters, the Names of the several persons who have been Schoolmasters there since the foundation of the School, with the time at which they entered upon and quitted their office. Opposite to one of those names the Author wrote the following lines. Such a Tablet as is here spoken of continued to be preserved in Hawkshead School, though the inscriptions were not brought down to our time. This and other poems connected with Matthew would not gain by a literal detail of facts. Like the Wanderer in "The Excursion," this Schoolmaster was made up of several both of his class and men of other occupations. I do not ask pardon for what there is of untruth in such verses, considered strictly as matters of fact. It is enough if, being true and consistent in spirit, they move and teach in a manner not unworthy of a Poet's calling. IF Nature, for a favourite child, Read o'er these lines; and then review Its history of two hundred years. Mark the spot to which I point! From weakness now, and pain defended, Look but at the gardener's pride Violets in families! By the heart of Man, his tears, Thou, too heedless, art the Warden Thus then, each to other dear, Let them all in quiet lie, Andrew there, and Susan here, Neighbours in mortality. 10 20 And, should I live through sun and rain THE DANISH BOY A FRAGMENT 1799. 1800 Written in Germany. It was entirely a fancy; but intended as a prelude to a ballad poem never written. I BETWEEN two sister moorland rills There is a spot that seems to lie About the crazy old church-clock, And the bewildered chimes. 70 Sacred to flowerets of the hills, And sacred to the sky. From bloody deeds his thoughts are far; For calm and gentle is his mien; Like a dead Boy he is serene. LUCY GRAY OR, SOLITUDE 1799. 1800 Written at Goslar in Germany. It was founded on a circumstance told me by my Sister, of a little girl who, not far from Halifax in Yorkshire, was bewildered in a snow-storm. Her footsteps were traced by her parents to the middle of the lock of a canal, and no other vestige of her, backward or forward, could be traced. The body however was found in the canal. The way in which the incident was treated and the spiritualising of the character might furnish hints for contrasting the imaginative influences which I have endeavoured to throw over common life with Crabbe's matter of fact style of treating subjects of the same kind. This is not spoken to his disparagement, far from it, but to direct the attention of thoughtful readers, into whose hands these notes may fall, to a comparison that may both enlarge the circle of their sensibilities, and tend to produce in them a catholic judgment. OFT I had heard of Lucy Gray: No mate, no comrade Lucy knew; The sweetest thing that ever grew |