Inscriptions supposed to be found in and near a Hermit's I.-Hopes what are they?—Beads of morning II.-Pause, Traveller! whosoe'er thou be III.-Hast thou seen, with flash incessant IV.-Troubled long with warring notions V. Not seldom, clad in radiant vest For the Spot where the Hermitage stood on St. Weep not, beloved Friends! nor let the air. Perhaps some needful service of the State O Thou who movest onward with a mind PAGE Destined to war from very infancy. O flower of all that springs from gentle blood Not without heavy grief of heart did He . Pause, courteous Spirit !-Balbi supplicates Epitaph in the Chapel-yard of Langdale, Westmoreland Address to the Scholars of the Village School of Elegiac Verses, in Memory of my Brother, John Words- worth, Commander of the E.I. Company's Ship the Lines composed at Grasmere, during a walk one Evening, Elegiac Stanzas. Addressed to Sir G. H. B. upon the Elegiac Musings in the grounds of Coleorton Hall, the seat INSCRIPTIONS. I. IN THE GROUNDS OF COLEORTON, THE SEAT OF SIR GEORGE BEAUMONT, BART., LEICESTERSHIRE. 1808. [IN the grounds of Coleorton these verses are engraved on a stone placed near the Tree, which was thriving and spreading when I saw it in the summer of 1841.] THE embowering rose, the acacia, and the pine, If but the Cedar thrive that near them stands, By interchange of knowledge and delight. And when its potent branches, wide out-thrown, VOL. V. The haunt of him who sang how spear and shield And of that famous Youth, full soon removed II. IN A GARDEN OF THE SAME. [THIS Niche is in the sandstone-rock in the winter-garden at Coleorton, which garden, as has been elsewhere said, was made under our direction out of an old unsightly quarry. While the labourers were at work, Mrs. Wordsworth, my Sister, and I used to amuse ourselves occasionally in scooping this seat out of the soft stone. It is of the size, with something of the appearance, of a Stall in a Cathedral. This inscription is not engraven, as the former and the two following are, in the grounds.] OFT is the medal faithful to its trust When temples, columns, towers, are laid in dust; That things obscure and small outlive the great: |