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We stood together; and that I, so long
Left upon a Seat in a Yew-tree, which stands near the Lake of Esthwaitc,
on a desolate Part of the Shore, commanding a beautiful Prospect.
NAY, Traveller! rest. This lonely Yew-tree stands
-Who he was
( well remember. He was one who owned No common soul. In youth by science nursed, And led by nature into a wild scene Of lofty hopes, he to the world went forth A favoured Being, knowing no desire Which Genius did not hallow,-'gainst the taint Of dissolute tongues, and jealousy, and hate, And scorn,--against all enemies prepared, All but neglect. The world, for so it thought, Owed him no service: wherefore he at once With indiguation turned himself away, And with the food of pride sustained his soul In solitude. Stranger ! these gloomy boughs Had charms for him; and here he loved to sit, His only visitants a straggling sheep, The stone-chat, or the sand-lark, restless Bird Piping along the margin of the lake;" / And on these barren rocks, with juniper, And heath, and thistle, thinly sprinkled o'er, Fixing his down-cast eye, he many an hour A morbid pleasure nourished, tracing here An emblem of his own unfruitful life: And lifting up his head, he then would gaze On the more distant scene,--how lovely 'tis