I climb'd the dark brow of mighty Helvellyn, Lakes and mountains beneath me gleam'd misty and wide; All was still, save by fits, when the eagle was yelling, And starting around me the echoes replied. On the right, Striden-edge round the Red-tarn was bending, And Catchedicam its left verge was defending, One huge nameless rock in the front was ascending, When I mark'd the sad spot where the wanderer had died. Dark green was that spot 'mid the brown mountain-heather, Where the Pilgrim of Nature lay stretch'd in decay, Like the corpse of an outcast abandon'd to weather, Till the mountain winds wasted the tenantless clay. Not yet quite deserted, though lonely extended, For, faithful in death, his mute favourite attended, The much-loved remains of her master defended, And chased the hill-fox and the raven away. _Helvellyn_, SCOTT. [Illustration: THIRLMERE AND HELVELLYN.] THE MOUNTAIN GLORY They seem to have been built for the human race, as at once their schools and cathedrals; full of treasures of illuminated manuscript for the scholar, kindly in simple lessons to the worker, quiet in pale cloisters for the thinker, glorious in holiness for the worshipper. _Modern Painters, Vol. iv.,_ RUSKIN. O rock and torrent, lake and hill, Halls of a home austerely still, Remote and solemn view! O valley, where the wanderer sees Beyond the towering arch of trees Helvellyn and the blue! Great Nature! on our love was shed From thine abiding goodlihead Majestic fostering; We wondered, half afraid to own In hardly-conscious hearts upgrown So infinite a thing. Within, without, whate'er hath been, In cosmic deeps the immortal scene Is mirrored, and shall last:-- Live the long looks, the woodland ways, That twilight of enchanted days,-- The imperishable Past. FREDERICK W. MYERS [Illustration: RAVEN CRAG, THIRLMERE.] DERWENTWATER Once more, O Derwent! to thy awful shores I come, insatiate of the accustomed sight, And, listening as the eternal torrent roars, Drink in with eye and ear a fresh delight; For I have wandered far by land and sea, In all my wanderings still remembering thee. SOUTHEY. FRIAR'S CRAG The first thing which I remember, as an event in life, was being taken by my nurse to the brow of Friar's Crag on Derwentwater; the intense joy mingled with awe, that I had in looking through the hollows in the mossy roots, over the crag, into the dark lake, has associated itself more or less with all twining roots of trees ever since. _Modern Painters, Volume iii.,_ RUSKIN. [Illustration: DERWENTWATER FROM CASTLE HEAD. This view is taken looking up Borrowdale, with Lodore in the centre of the picture. Friar's Crag is just outside the view to the right of the foreground.] THE FALLS OF LODORE DESCRIBED IN RHYMES FOR THE NURSERY.