"From yon crag, Down whose steep sides we dropped into the vale, Are gone, or stealing from us; this, I hope, In that one moment when the corse is lifted In silence, with a hush of decency; Then from the threshold moves with song of peace, Or passing by some single tenement Or clustered dwellings, where again they raise Compare the note p. 81; also the Fenwick note, in which Wordsworth laments the change in the "manner in which, till lately, every one was borne to the place of sepulture."-Ed. The monitory voice? But most of all Is raised from the church-aisle, and forward borne The nearest in affection or in blood; In silent grief their unuplifted heads,* And heard meanwhile the Psalmist's mournful plaint, We shall not sleep, but we shall all be changed! may Son, husband, brothers-brothers side by side, Rise from that posture:-and in concert move, He outwardly, and inwardly perhaps, The most serene, with most undaunted eye !——— Oh! blest are they who live and die like these, Loved with such love, and with such sorrow mourned!" "That poor Man taken hence to-day," replied The Solitary, with a faint sarcastic smile 1 1836. towards the grave 1814. The custom of mourners kneeling round the coffin was, till quite lately, in common use. It is still observed in some churches in Cumberland and Westmoreland, but is gradually passing away.-ED. Which did not please me, "must be deemed, I fear, Of the unblest; for he will surely sink Full seventy winters hath he lived, and mark! At this I interposed, though loth to speak, and said, That fortune did not guide you to this house That seems by Nature hollowed out to be The seat and bosom of pure innocence,1 Are made of, an ungracious matter this! Which, for truth's sake, yet in remembrance too Quickly had he spoken, And, with light steps still quicker than his words, Had almost a forbidding nakedness; Less fair, I grant, even painfully less fair, Than it appeared when from the beetling rock 3 We had looked down upon it. As left by the departed company, All within, Was silent; save the solitary clock That on mine ear ticked with a mournful sound.-5 Following our Guide, we clomb the cottage-stairs So, with more ardour than an unripe girl My eyes were busy, and my thoughts no less, 1 1849. We had around us! Had we around us! 1814. 1827. * Blea Tarn house is a humble cottage, resembling Anne Tyson's house at Hawkshead where Wordsworth lived when at school. On the groundfloor are a parlour, kitchen, and dairy. You ascend by nine stone steps to the upper flat, where there are four small rooms, and the window of one of them faces the north in the direction of the Langdale Pikes. The foundations of an older house may be seen a little lower down, about twenty yards nearer the tarn; but the present house was probably standing at the beginning of this century. As there are two poplars to the north of the cottage, and a sycamore near them, it is not likely that the place was entirely "treeless" in Wordsworth's time. In the Fenwick memoranda he says "the cottage was called Hackett, and stood, as described, on the southern extremity of the ridge which separates the two Langdales." In this he evidently confounds Hackett cottage, near Colwith-which separates the two Langdales as you ascend them from the lower country-with the Blea Tarn cottage, which stands on "the southern extremity of the ridge which separates the Langdale" valleys as you descend them.-ED. |