VI. WRITTEN WITH A SLATE-PENCIL ON A STONE, ON THE SIDE OF THE MOUNTAIN OF BLACK COMB. STAY, bold Adventurer; rest awhile thy limbs Week after week pursued! To him was given Full many a glimpse (but sparingly bestowed On timid man) of Nature's processes Upon the exalted hills. He made report That once, while there he plied his studious work The many-coloured map before his eyes Had darkness fallen-unthreatened, unproclaimed- In which he sate alone, with unclosed eyes, See Vol. II. p. 56. VII. WRITTEN WITH A SLATE-PENCIL UPON A STONE, THE LARGEST OF A HEAP LYING NEAR A DESERTED QUARRY, UPON ONE OF THE ISLANDS AT RYDALE. STRANGER! this hillock of mis-shapen stones Nor, as perchance thou rashly deem'st, the Cairn Or Pleasure-house, once destined to be built But, as it chanced, Sir William having learned At any hour he chose, the Knight forthwith Are monuments of his unfinished task. The block on which these lines are traced, perhaps, Was once selected as the corner-stone Of the intended Pile, which would have been On fire with thy impatience to become An inmate of these mountains, if, disturbed By beautiful conceptions, thou hast hewn Of thy trim mansion destined soon to blaze By old Sir William and his think again, and, taught quarry, leave Thy fragments to the bramble and the rose; And let the Redbreast hop from stone to stone. VIII. INSCRIPTIONS SUPPOSED TO BE FOUND IN AND NEAR A HERMIT'S CELL. 1. HOPES what are they? - Beads of morning Strung on slender blades of Or a spider's web adorning grass; In a strait and treacherous pass. What are fears but voices airy? Till the fatal bolt is shot! See how dying tapers fare! What is pride? - a whizzing rocket That would emulate a star. What is friendship? do not trust her, Nor the vows which she has made; Diamonds dart their brightest lustre |