This picture from nature may seem to depart,1 Yet the Man would at once run away with your heart; Such an odd, such a kind happy creature as he. The full title of this poem, in Lyrical Ballads, 1800, is "A Character, in the antithetical manner." It was omitted from all subsequent editions till 1836. It was with this friend, Robert Jones-a fellow collegian at St John's College, Cambridge-that Wordsworth visited the Continent (France and Switzerland), during the long vacation in 1790; and to him he dedicated the first edition of Descriptive Sketches, in 1793. With him he also made a pedestrian tour in Wales in 1791. Jones afterwards became the incumbent of Soulderne, near Deddington, in Oxfordshire; and Wordsworth described his parsonage there in the sonnet, beginning "Where holy ground begins, unhallowed ends."-ED. FOR THE SPOT WHERE THE HERMITAGE STOOD ON ST HERBERT'S ISLAND, DERWENT-WATER. IF thou in the dear love of some one Friend Hast been so happy that thou know'st what thoughts Will sometimes in the happiness of love Make the heart sink, then wilt thou reverence This quiet spot; and, Stranger! not unmoved Wilt thou behold this shapeless heap of stones, The desolate ruins of St Herbert's Cell. Here stood his threshold; here was spread the roof After long exercise in social cares And offices humane, intent to adore The Deity, with undistracted mind, And meditate on everlasting things, 1 1836. What a picture! 'tis drawn without nature or art ; 1800. In utter solitude. But he had left A Fellow-labourer, whom the good Man loved To heaven he knelt before the crucifix, While o'er the lake the cataract of Lodore 1 1832. The text of this poem underwent so many changes, which are not easily shown by the plan adopted throughout this edition-portions of the earliest version of 1800 being abandoned and again adopted, and the whole arrangement of the passages being altered-that it seems desirable to append the entire text of 1800, and extensive parts of that of subsequent years. The final text of 1832 is printed above. If thou in the dear love of some one friend Hast been so happy that thou know'st what thoughts Will, sometimes, in the happiness of love Make the heart sink, then wilt thou reverence This quiet spot.-St Herbert hither came, And here, for many seasons, from the world While o'er the lake the cataract of Lodore Far from St Cuthbert his beloved friend, Those holy Men both died in the same hour. 1800. The versions of 1802 and 1807, which are identical, omit one line of the text of 1800, as under He dwelt in solitude. But he had left A Fellow-labourer, &c. 1802, 1807. The text of 1815, which is continued in 1820, begins thus— By mountains high and waters widely spread, Stranger! this shapeless heap of stones and earth In which, through many seasons, from the world He dwelt in solitude. But he had left In 1827 the poem began thus 1815 and 1820. Stranger this shapeless heap of stones and earth Is the last relic of St Herbert's Cell. Here stood his threshold; here was spread the roof After long exercise, &c. 1827. "The shapeless heap of stones" in St Herbert's Island, which were "desolate ruins" in 1800, are even more "shapeless" and "desolate" now, but they can easily be identified. The island is near the centre of the lake, and is in area about four acres. The legend of St Herbert dates from the middle of the seventh century. The rector of Clifton, Westmoreland, Dr Robinson, writing in 1819, says :-"The remains of his hermitage are still visible, being built of stone and mortar, and formed into two apartments, one of which, about twenty feet long and sixteen feet wide, seems to have been his chapel; the other, of less dimensions, his cell. Near these ruins the late Sir Wilfred Lawson (to whose representative the island at present belongs) erected some years ago a small octagonal cottage, which, being built of unhewn stone, and artificially mossed over, has a venerable appearance." (See Guide to the Lakes, by John Robinson, D.D., 1819). This cottage has now disappeared.-Ed. WRITTEN WITH A PENCIL UPON A STONE IN THE WALL RUDE is this Edifice, and Thou hast seen Snug Cot, with Coach-house, Shed, and Hermitage. 1800. 6 1815. It is a homely pile. 1800. The new-dropped lamb finds shelter fom the wind. His pinnance, a small vagrant barge, up-piled Lie round him, even as if they were a part Of his own Household; nor, while from his bed Fair sights, and visions of romantic joy! This "homely pile" on the island of Grasmere very homely-still remains.--ED. WRITTEN WITH A SLATE PENCIL UPON A STONE, THE LARGEST OF A HEAP LYING NEAR A DESERTED QUARRY, UPON ONE OF THE ISLANDS AT RYDAL. STRANGER! this hillock of mis-shapen stones Is not a Ruin spared or made by time,2 Nor, as perchance thou rashly deem'st, the Cairn Than the rude embryo of a little Dome He through that door-place looks toward the lake. 1800. Is not a ruin of the ancient time. 1800. |