,illustration3 ,cover ,,lakeland ,,once ,,more ,mere under mountain lone1 like a moat under lowering ramparts2 ,garrulous petulant beck1 sinister laughterless tarn2 ,haunt of the vagabond feet of my fancy for ever reverting1 ,haunt of this vagabond heart1 ,cumbrian valleys and fells2 ,you that enchant all ears with the manifold tones of silence1 ,you that around me1 in youth1 magical filaments wove2 ,you were my earliest possession1 and when shall its fealty falter8 ,ah1 when ,helvellyn is low6 ah1 when ,winander is dry6 ,,william ,,watson4 ,frontispiece3 ,,windermere ,,from ,,wansfell4 ,quotation ,picture ,series ,,the ,,english ,,lake ,,district ,,edited ,,by ,j4 ,b4 ,,reynolds1 ,b4,a ,a4 ,c4 ,,black1 ,,ltd4 #d1 #e #f ,,soho ,,square1 ,,london #aiae ,my thanks are due to the following authors and publishers who have kindly granted permission for the inclusion of copyright poems and extracts3 to ,mr ,william ,watson1 for extracts from ,wordsworth's ,grave and ,lakeland ,once ,more2 to ,messrs ,macmillan ,co41 ,ltd41 for lines by ,matthew ,arnold on ,wordsworth's ,grave and an extract from his poem entitled ,resignation2 to the ,ruskin ,literary ,trustees and their publishers1 ,messrs ,george ,allen ,unwin1 ,ltd41 for two extracts from ,modern ,painters2 to ,mrs ,w4 ,g4 ,collingwood and ,messrs ,methuen ,co41 ,ltd41 for an extract from ,the ,life of ,john ,ruskin2 to ,mrs ,f4 ,w4 ,h4 ,myers and ,messrs ,longmans1 ,green ,co41 for a poem from ,fragments of ,prose and ,poetry by ,f4 ,w4 ,h4 ,myers2 and also to ,messrs ,longmans1 ,green ,co41 for an extract from the ,life and ,correspondence of ,robert ,southey by the ,rev4 ,c4 ,southey4 ,j4 ,b4 ,r4 ,,list ,,of ,,pictures ,windermere from ,wansfell 4 4 4 4 4 4 ,frontispiece ,dove ,cottage1 ,grasmere ,grasmere--,evening ,sun ,grasmere ,church ,stepping ,stones1 ,far ,easedale1 ,grasmere ,dungeon ,ghyll ,force ,blea ,tarn and ,langdale ,pikes ,brantwood1 ,coniston ,lake ,ullswater from ,gowbarrow ,park ,thirlmere and ,helvellyn ,raven ,crag1 ,thirlmere ,derwentwater from ,castle ,head ,lodore and ,derwentwater ,derwentwater and ,bassenthwaite ,lake ,wastwater and ,scawfell ,silvery ,duddon ,,dove ,,cottage ,this was the home of ,wordsworth and his sister ,dorothy from ,december #agii to ,may #ahjh4 ,when ,wordsworth left the cottage for two months in #ahjb on the occasion of his honeymoon he wrote ,a ,farewell1 which begins3-- ,farewell1 thou little nook of mountain ground1 ,thou rocky corner in the lowest stair ,of that magnificent temple which doth bound ,one side of our whole vale with grandeur rare2 ,sweet garden-orchard1 eminently fair1 ,the lovliest spot that man hath ever found1 ,farewell6--we leave thee to ,heaven's peaceful care1 ,thee1 and the ,cottage which thou dost surround4 ,de ,quincey also lived at ,dove ,cottage from #ahji-ahaf4 ,he has described it as follows3-- ,let the cottage be a real cottage1 in fact 7for ,i must abide by the actual scene71 a white cottage1 embowered with flowering shrubs1 so chosen as to unfold a succession of flowers upon the walls1 and clustering round the windows through all months of spring1 summer1 and autumn--beginning1 in fact1 with ,may roses1 and ending with jasmine4 ,illustration3 ,,dove ,,cottage1 ,,grasmere ,,grasmere ,there are many descriptions in ,dorothy ,wordsworth's journal of ,grasmere and ,rydal ,waters of which the following extracts are typical3-- ,,saturday1 #bfth 7,december #ahja74444 ,we walked to ,rydale4 ,grasmere ,lake a beautiful image of stillness1 clear as glass1 reflecting all things4 ,the wind was up1 and the waters sounding4 ,the lake of a rich purple1 the fields a soft yellow1 the island yellowish-green1 the copses red-brown1 the mountains purple1 the church and buildings how quiet they were6 ,sunday1 #cast 7,january #ahjb74444 ,we walked round the two lakes4 ,grasmere was very soft1 and ,rydale was extremely beautiful from the western side4 ,nab ,scar was just topped by a cloud which1 cutting it off as high as it could be cut off1 made the mountain look uncommonly lofty4 ,we sate down a long time with different plans4 ,i always love to walk that way1 because it is the way ,i first came to ,rydale and ,grasmere1 and because our dear ,coleridge did also4 ,when ,i came with ,wm41 #f and years ago1 it was just at sunset4 ,there was a rich yellow light on the waters1 and the islands were reflected there4 ,to-day it was grave and soft but not perfectly calm4 ,illustration3 ,,grasmere--,,evening ,,sun4 ,,grasmere ,,church ,in the churchyard are the graves of ,wordsworth1 his wife1 son1 daughter1 and two children who died in infancy1 as well as of his sister ,dorothy4 ,the old rude church1 with bare1 bald tower1 is here2 ,beneath its shadow high-born ,rotha flows2 ,rotha1 remembering well who slumbers near1 ,and with cool murmur lulling his repose4 ,rotha1 remembering well who slumbers near4 ,his hills1 his lakes1 his streams are with him yet4 ,surely the heart that reads her own heart clear ,nature forgets not soon3 'tis we forget4 ,wordsworth's ,grave1 ,,william ,,watson4 ,keep fresh the grass upon his grave1 ,o ,rotha1 with thy living wave1 ,sing him thy best6 for few or none ,hear thy voice right1 now he is gone4 ,memorial ,verses1 ,,matthew ,,arnold4 ,illustration3 ,,grasmere ,,church4 ,a ,,lakeland ,,walk ,a gate swings to6 our tide hath flow'd ,already from the silent road4 ,the valley-pastures1 one by one1 ,are threaded1 quiet in the sun2 ,and now beyond the rude stone bridge ,slopes gracious up the western ridge4 ,its woody border1 and the last ,of its dark upland farms is past-- ,cool farms1 with open-lying stores1 ,under their burnish'd sycamores2 ,all past6 and through the trees we glide1 ,emerging on the green hill-side4 ,there climbing hangs1 a far-seen sign1 ,our wavering1 many-colour'd line2 ,there winds1 upstreaming slowly still ,over the summit of the hill ,and now1 in front1 behold outspread ,those upper regions we must tread6 ,mid hollows1 and clear heathy swells1 ,the cheerful silence of the fells4 ,some two hours' march with serious air1 ,through the deep noontide heats we fare2 ,the red-grouse1 springing at our sound1 ,skims1 now and then1 the shining ground2 ,no life1 save his and ours1 intrudes ,upon these breathless solitudes4 ,resignation1 ,,matthew ,,arnold4 ,illustration3 ,,stepping ,,stones1 ,,far ,,easedale1 ,,grasmere4 ,,dungeon ,,ghyll ,,force ,this spot is the scene of the lamb's rescue described by ,wordsworth in the ,idle ,shepherd-boys4 ,it was a spot which you may see ,if ever you to ,langdale go2 ,into a chasm a mighty block ,hath fallen1 and made a bridge of rock3 ,the gulf is deep below2 ,and1 in a basin black and small1 ,receives a lofty waterfall4 ,with staff in hand across the cleft ,the challenger pursued his march2 ,and now1 all eyes and feet1 hath gained ,the middle of the arch4 ,when list6 he hears a piteous moan-- ,again6--his heart within him dies-- ,his pulse is stopped1 his breath is lost1 ,he totters1 pallid as a ghost1 ,and1 looking down1 espies ,a lamb1 that in the pool is pent ,within that black and frightful rent4 99 99 99 99 99 ,when he had learnt what thing it was1 ,that sent this rueful cry2 ,i ween ,the boy recovered heart1 and told ,the sight which he had seen4 99 99 99 99 99 ,and there the helpless lamb he found ,by those huge rocks encompassed round4 ,illustration3 ,,dungeon ,,ghyll ,,force4 ,,mountain ,,tarns ,there is a power to bless ,in hill-side loneliness1 ,in tarns and dreary places1 ,a virtue in the brook1 ,a freshness in the look ,of mountain's joyless faces4 99 99 99 99 99 ,and so when life is dull1 ,or when my heart is full ,because coy dreams have frowned1 ,i wander up the rills ,to stones and tarns and hills1-- ,i go there to be crowned4 ,f4 ,w4 ,,faber4 ,ye mountains and ye lakes1 ,and sounding cataracts1 ye mists and winds ,that dwell among the hills where ,i was born1 ,if in my youth ,i have been pure in heart1 ,if1 mingling with the world ,i am content ,with my own modest pleasures1 and have lived ,with ,god and ,nature communing1 removed ,from little enmities and low desires-- ,the gift is yours4 ,the ,prelude1 ,,wordsworth4 ,illustration3 ,,blea ,,tarn ,,and ,,langdale ,,pikes4 ,,brantwood ,brantwood was the home of ,john ,ruskin during the latter years of his life4 ,mr ,w4 ,g4 ,collingwood in his life of ,ruskin has described the journey to ,brantwood1 as it was in ,ruskin's time1 as follows3-- ,after changing and changing trains1 and stopping at many a roadside station1 at last you see suddenly1 over the wild undulating country1 the ,coniston ,old ,man--maen1 stone3 a survival of ,celtic ,cumbria--and its crags1 abrupt on the left1 and the lake1 long and narrow1 on the right4 ,across the water1 tiny in the distance and quite alone amongst forests and moors1 there is ,brantwood2 and beyond it everything seems uncultivated1 uninhabited1 except for one grey farmhouse high on the fell1 where gaps in the ragged larches show how bleak and storm-swept a spot it is4444 ,you drive up and down a narrow1 hilly lane1 catching peeps of mountains and sunset through thick1 overhanging trees2 you turn sharp up through a gate under dark firs and larches2 and the carriage stops in what seems in the twilight a sort of court--a gravelled space1 one side formed by a rough stone wall crowned with laurels and almost precipitous coppice1 the brant 7or steep7 wood above1 and the rest is ,brantwood with a capital ,b4 ,chapter vi4 ,vol4 ii4 ,the ,life and ,work of ,john ,ruskin4 ,w4 ,g4 ,collingwood4 ,illustration3 ,,brantwood1 ,,coniston ,,lake4 ,,ullswater ,on ,april #aeth1 #ahjb1 ,wordsworth and his sister ,dorothy visited this lake1 and1 near ,gowbarrow ,park1 saw the daffodils which he has described in the following poem1 and she in her diary4 ,i wandered lonely as a cloud ,that floats on high o'er vales and hills1 ,when all at once ,i saw a crowd1 ,a host of golden daffodils2 ,beside the lake1 beneath the trees1 ,fluttering and dancing in the breeze4 ,continuous as the stars that shine ,and twinkle on the milky way1 ,they stretched in never-ending line ,along the margin of the bay3 ,ten thousand saw ,i at a glance1 ,tossing their heads in sprightly dance4 ,the waves beside them danced1 but they ,out-did the sparkling waves in glee3 ,a poet could not but be gay1 ,in such a jocund company3 ,i gazed--and gazed--but little thought ,what wealth the show to me had brought3 ,for oft1 when on my couch ,i lie ,in vacant or in pensive mood1 ,they flash upon that inward eye ,which is the bliss of solitude2 ,and then my heart with pleasure fills1 ,and dances with the daffodils4 ,illustration3 ,,ullswater ,,from ,,gowbarrow ,,park4 ,,helvellyn ,in the spring of #ahje a gentleman perished by losing his way on ,helvellyn4 ,his remains were not discovered till three months afterwards1 when they were found guarded by his dog4 ,sir ,w4 ,scott visited the ,lake ,district later on in the same year and composed the following poem3-- ,i climb'd the dark brow of mighty ,helvellyn1 ,lakes and mountains beneath me gleam'd misty and wide2 ,all was still1 save by fits1 when the eagle was yelling1 ,and starting around me the echoes replied4 ,on the right1 ,striden-edge round the ,red-tarn was bending1 ,and ,catchedicam its left verge was defending1 ,one huge nameless rock in the front was ascending1 ,when ,i mark'd the sad spot where the wanderer had died4 ,dark green was that spot 'mid the brown mountain-heather1 ,where the ,pilgrim of ,nature lay stretch'd in decay1 ,like the corpse of an outcast abandon'd to weather1 ,till the mountain winds wasted the tenantless clay4 ,not yet quite deserted1 though lonely extended1 ,for1 faithful in death1 his mute favourite attended1 ,the much-loved remains of her master defended1 ,and chased the hill-fox and the raven away4 ,helvellyn1 ,,scott4 ,illustration3 ,,thirlmere ,,and ,,helvellyn4 ,,the ,,mountain ,,glory ,they seem to have been built for the human race1 as at once their schools and cathedrals2 full of treasures of illuminated manuscript for the scholar1 kindly in simple lessons to the worker1 quiet in pale cloisters for the thinker1 glorious in holiness for the worshipper4 ,modern ,painters1 ,vol4 iv41 ,,ruskin4 ,o rock and torrent1 lake and hill1 ,halls of a home austerely still1 ,remote and solemn view6 ,o valley1 where the wanderer sees ,beyond the towering arch of trees ,helvellyn and the blue6 ,great ,nature6 on our love was shed ,from thine abiding goodlihead ,majestic fostering2 ,we wondered1 half afraid to own ,in hardly-conscious hearts upgrown ,so infinite a thing4 ,within1 without1 whate'er hath been1 ,in cosmic deeps the immortal scene ,is mirrored1 and shall last3-- ,live the long looks1 the woodland ways1 ,that twilight of enchanted days1-- ,the imperishable ,past4 ,,frederick ,w4 ,,myers ,illustration3 ,,raven ,,crag1 ,,thirlmere4 ,,derwentwater ,once more1 ,o ,derwent6 to thy awful shores ,i come1 insatiate of the accustomed sight1 ,and1 listening as the eternal torrent roars1 ,drink in with eye and ear a fresh delight2 ,for ,i have wandered far by land and sea1 ,in all my wanderings still remembering thee4 ,,southey4 ,,friar',s ,,crag ,the first thing which ,i remember1 as an event in life1 was being taken by my nurse to the brow of ,friar's ,crag on ,derwentwater2 the intense joy mingled with awe1 that ,i had in looking through the hollows in the mossy roots1 over the crag1 into the dark lake1 has associated itself more or less with all twining roots of trees ever since4 ,modern ,painters1 ,volume iii41 ,,ruskin4 ,illustration3 ,,derwentwater ,,from ,,castle ,,head4 ,this view is taken looking up ,borrowdale1 with ,lodore in the centre of the picture4 ,friar's ,crag is just outside the view to the right of the foreground4 ,,the ,,falls ,,of ,,lodore ,,described ,,in ,,rhymes ,,for ,,the ,,nursery4 ,how does the water ,come down at ,lodore8 ,my little boy ask'd me ,thus1 once on a time2 ,and moreover he task'd me ,to tell him in rhyme4 99 99 99 99 99 ,retreating and beating and meeting and sheeting1 ,delaying and straying and playing and spraying1 ,recoiling1 turmoiling and toiling and boiling1 ,and gleaming and streaming and steaming and beaming1 ,and rushing and flushing and brushing and gushing1 ,and flapping and rapping and clapping and slapping1 ,and curling and whirling and purling and twirling1 ,and thumping and plumping and bumping and jumping1 ,and dashing and flashing and splashing and clashing2 ,and so never ending1 but always descending1 ,sounds and motions for ever and ever are blending1 ,all at once and all o'er1 with a mighty uproar1 ,and this way the water comes down at ,lodore4 ,,southey4 ,illustration3 ,,lodore ,,and ,,derwentwater4 ,,derwentwater ,,and ,,bassenthwaite ,greta ,hall1 which was the residence of ,s4 ,t4 ,coleridge from #ahjj to #ahjd and for a short time in #ahjf1 as well as of ,r4 ,southey from ,sept4 #ahjc to his death in ,march #ahdc1 commands a view of both these lakes4 ,coleridge in a letter to ,southey from ,greta ,hall1 dated #acth ,april #ahja1 describes the situation of the house as follows3-- ,behind the house is an orchard1 and a small wood on a steep slope1 at the foot of which flows the river ,greta1 which winds round and catches the evening lights in the front of the house4 ,in front we have a giant's camp--an encamped army of tent-like mountains1 which1 by an inverted arch1 gives a view of another vale4 ,on our right the lovely vale and the wedge-shaped lake of ,bassenthwaite2 and on our left ,derwentwater and ,lodore in view1 and the fantastic mountains of ,borrowdale4 ,behind us the massy ,skiddaw1 smooth1 green1 high1 with two chasms and a tent-like ridge in the larger4 ,a fairer scene you have not seen in all your wanderings4 ,life and ,correspondence of ,robert ,southey1 ,by the ,,rev4 ,c4 ,,southey4 ,illustration3 ,,derwentwater ,,and ,,bassenthwaite ,,lake4 ,,wastwater ,there is a lake hid far among the hills1 ,that raves around the throne of solitude1 ,not fed by gentle streams1 or playful rills1 ,but headlong cataract and rushing flood4 ,there gleam no lovely hues of hanging wood1 ,no spot of sunshine lights her sullen side2 ,for horror shaped the wild in wrathful mood1 ,and o'er the tempest heaved the mountains' pride4 ,written1 on the banks of ,wastwater during a storm1 by ,,christopher ,,north 7,professor ,wilson74 ,,scawfell ,i stood upon the mountain1 whose vast brow ,looks down his four concentrate vales below2 ,here ,esk smiles coyly thro' his woody glade2 ,there ,wastdale's chaos flings its length of shade2 ,next in bright contrast with that gloomy vale1 ,the life and loveliness of ,borrowdale2 ,and last1 that wild and deep and swampy dell1 ,where ,langdale's summits frown upon ,bowfell4 ,storm on ,scawfell1 ,t4 ,e4 ,,hankinson4 ,illustration3 ,,wastwater ,,and ,,scawfell4 ,,the ,,river ,,duddon ,return ,content6 for fondly ,i pursued1 ,even when a child1 the ,streams--unheard1 unseen2 ,through tangled woods1 impending rocks between2 ,or1 free as air1 with flying inquest viewed ,the sullen reservoirs whence their bold brood-- ,pure as the morning1 fretful1 boisterous1 keen1 ,green as the salt-sea billows1 white and green-- ,poured down the hills1 a choral multitude6 99 99 99 99 99 ,still glides the ,stream1 and shall for ever glide2 ,the ,form remains1 the ,function never dies2 ,while we1 the brave1 the mighty1 and the wise1 ,we ,men1 who in our morn of youth defied ,the elements1 must vanish2--be it so6 ,enough if something from our hands have power ,to live1 and act1 and serve the future hour2 ,and if1 as toward the silent tomb we go1 ,through love1 through hope1 and faith's transcendent dower1 ,we feel that we are greater than we know4 ,the ,river ,duddon1 ,,wordsworth4 ,illustration3 ,,silvery ,,duddon4