You see yon precipice ;-it almost looks That rises like a column from the vale. They found him at the foot of that same rock Dead, and with mangled limbs. I buried him, poor youth, and The third day after there he lies! We all conjectured That, as the day was warm, he had lain down He to the margin of the precipice Had walked, and from the summit had fallen headlong; And so no doubt he perished. . And Leonard, when they reached the Church-yard gate, WORDSWORTH. 1 THE VILLAGE INN. NEAR yonder thorn that lifts its head on high, Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place; The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door; A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose ; GOLDSMITH. |