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Right opposite to Dungeon-Gill, Seeing, that he should lose the prize, “Stop!” to his comrade Walter cries James stopp'd with no good will: Said Walter then, “ Your task is here, 'Twill keep you working half a year.
Till you have crossd where I shall cross, Say that you'll neither sleep nor eat." James proudly took him at his word, But did not like the feat. It was a spot, which you may see If ever you to Langdale go : Into a chasm a mighty Block Hath fallen, and made a bridge of rock ; The gulph is deep below, And in a bason black and small'. Receives a lofty Waterfall.
VI. With staff in hand across the cleft The Challenger began his march ; And now, all eyes and feet, hath gain'd The middle of the arch. When list ! he hears a piteous moanAgain! his heart within him diesHis pulse is stopp'd, his breath is lost, He totters, pale as any ghost, And, looking down, he spies A Lamb, that in the pool is pent Within that black and frightful rent.
The Lamb had slipp'd into the stream,
She saw him down the torrent borne;
When he had learnt, what thing it was,
IX. He drew it gently from the pool, And brought it forth into the light : The Shepherds met him with his charge An unexpected sight! Into their arms the Lamb they took, Said they, “ He's neither maim'd nor scarr'd" Then up the steep ascent they bied And placed him at his Mother's side ; And gently did the Bard : Those idle Shepherd-boys upbraid, And bade them better mind their trade.
Tis said, that some have died for love : And here and there a church-yard grave is found In the cold North's unhallow'd ground, Because the wretched man himself had slain, His love was such a grievous pain. And there is one whom I five years have known ; He dwells alone Upon Helvellyn's side. He loved — The pretty Barbara died, And thus he makes his moan : Three years had Barbara in her grave been laid When thus his moan he made.