CONTENTS. Lines left upon a Seat in a Yew-tree, which stands near the Lake of Esthwaite, on a desolate 67 Stanzas written in my Pocket-copy of Thomson's Castle of Indolence. Louisa. After accompanying her on a Mountain Excursion Strange fits of passion have I known She dwelt among the untrodden ways There is an Eminence,-of these our hills A narrow girdle of rough stones and crags Address to my Infant Daughter, on being reminded that she was a Month old, on that Day. |