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Glittered at evening like a starry sky;
And in this bush our fparrow built her neft,
Of which I fang one fong that will not die.

O happy Garden! whofe feclufion deep
Hath been fo friendly to industrious hours;
And to foft flumbers, that did gently steep
Our fpirits, carrying with them dreams of flowers,
And wild notes warbled among leafy bowers!
Two burning months let Summer overleap,
And, coming back with her who will be ours,
Into thy bofom we again shall creep.

Helvellyn.

FIDELITY.

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BARKING found the fhepherd hears,
A cry as of a dog or fox;

He halts, and fearches with his eyes
Among the scattered rocks:

And now at diftance can difcern

A stirring in a brake of fern;
And inftantly a dog is feen,
Glancing from that covert green.

The dog is not of mountain breed;
Its motions, too, are wild and fhy;
With fomething, as the fhepherd thinks,
Unusual in its cry:

Nor is there any one in fight

All round, in hollow or on height;
Nor fhout, nor whistle ftrikes his ear;
What is the creature doing here?

It was a cove, a huge recefs,

That keeps, till June, December's snow; A lofty precipice in front,

A filent tarn below!

Far in the bofom of Helvellyn,

Remote from public road or dwelling,

Pathway, or cultivated land;

From trace of human foot or hand.

There fometimes doth a leaping fish
Send through the tarn a lonely cheer;
The crags repeat the raven's croak,
In fymphony austere;

Thither the rainbow comes-the cloud

And mifts that spread the flying shroud;
And funbeams; and the founding blast,
That, if it could, would hurry past,
But that enormous barrier binds it faft.

Not free from boding thoughts, a while The fhepherd ftood: then makes his way

Towards the dog, o'er rocks and ftones,
As quickly as he may ;

Nor far had gone, before he found
A human skeleton on the ground;
The appalled discoverer, with a sigh
Looks round, to learn the history.

From those abrupt and perilous rocks
The man had fallen, that place of fear!
At length upon the fhepherd's mind
It breaks, and all is clear:

He inftantly recalled the name,

And who he was, and whence he came ;
Remembered, too, the very day

On which the traveller paffed this way.

But hear a wonder, for whose fake,
This lamentable tale I tell!

A lafting monument of words

This wonder merits well.

The dog, which ftill was hovering nigh,

Repeating the fame timid cry,

This dog had been through three months' space

A dweller in that favage place.

Yes, proof was plain that fince the day
On which the traveller thus had died,

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The dog had watched about the spot,
Or by his master's fide;

How nourished here through fuch long time.
He knows, who gave that love fublime,
And gave that strength of feeling, great
Above all human eftimate.

"TIS SAID THAT SOME HAVE DIED FOR LOVE."

'Tis faid that fome have died for love :

And here and there a churchyard grave is found

In the cold North's unhallowed ground,

Because the wretched man himself had flain,

His love was fuch a grievous pain.

And there is one whom I five years have known;
He dwells alone

Upon Helvellyn's fide :

He loved. The pretty Barbara died,

And thus he made his moan:

Three years had Barbara in her grave been laid,

When thus his moan he made :

"Oh, move, thou cottage, from behind that oak! Or let the aged tree uprooted lie,

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