the rudeness of the Workmanship had been mistaken for Runic. They are without doubt Roman. The Rotha, mentioned in this poem, is the River which flowing through the Lakes of Grasmere and Rydole falls into Wyndermere. On Helm-Crag, that impressive single Mountain at the head of the Vale of Grasmere, is a Rock which from moft points of view bears a striking resemblance to an Old Woman cowering. Close by this rock is one of those Fissures or Caverns, which in the language of the Country are called Dungeons. The other Mountains either immediately surround the Vale of Grasmere, or belong to the same Cluster. III. There is an Eminence,-of these our hills The loneliest place we have among the clouds. And She who dwells with me, whom I have lov'd With such communion, that no place on earth Can ever be a solitude to me, Hath said, this lonesome Peak shall bear my Name. IV. A narrow girdle of rough stones and crags, And there, myself and two beloved Friends, Saunter'd on this retir'd and difficult way. -Ill suits the road with one in haste, but we Play'd with our time; and, as we stroll'd along, It was our occupation to observe Such objects as the waves had toss'd ashore, Feather, or leaf, or weed, or wither'd bough, Of the dry wreck. And in our vacant mood, Along the dead calm lake, now here, now there, That was its wings, its chariot, and its horse, |