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THERE was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye Cliffs
- many a time,
Listening, a gentle shock of mild surprise
This Boy was taken from his Mates, and died In childhood, ere he was full twelve
old. Fair is the spot, most beautiful the Vale Where he was born: the grassy Church-yard hangs Upon a slope above the village-school ; And through that Church-yard when my way has led At evening, I believe, that oftentimes A long half-hour together I have stood Mute - looking at the grave in which he lies !
ON HER FIRST ASCENT TO THE SUMMIT OF HELVELLYN.
INMATE of a mountain Dwelling,
spell that bound thee Not unwilling to obey; For blue Ether's arms, flung round thee, Stilled the pantings of dismay.
Lo! the dwindled woods and meadows !
And a record of commotion