...affection. The following two lines of this poem are absolutely indelible on my remembrance : — " How long didst thou think that his silence was slumber ? When the wind waved his garment, how oft didst thou start ?" For intense feeling and sympathy, and for graphic truth, I...

...recalled to my mind those beautiful lines of Sir Walter Scott, written on a somewhat similar occasion: " How long didst thou think that his silence was slumber, When the wind waved his garments, how oft didst thou start, How many long days and long nights didst thou number, Ere he...

...; Like the corpse of an outcast abandoned to weather, Till the mountain-winds wasted the tenantless clay.' Nor yet quite deserted, though lonely extended ; For, faithful in death, his mute favourite attended, The much-loved remains of her master defended, And chased the hill-fox and the...

...among his Ballads, p. 180. edit. 1806. The stanza referred to by Mr. Wordsworth is that beginning, " How long didst thou think that his silence was slumber ? When the wind waved his garment, how oft didst thou start ?" afterwards reported his account in print, was induced to question...

...among his Ballads," p. 180. edit. 1806. The stanza referred to by Mr. Wordsworth is that beginning, " How long didst thou think that his silence was slumber ? When the wind waved his garment, how oft didst thou start ?" afterwards reported his account in print, was induced to question...

...decay, Like the corpse of an outcast abandoned to weather, Till the mountain winds wasted the tenantless clay: Nor yet quite deserted, though lonely extended, For faithful in death, his dumb favourite attended, The much-loved .emains of her master defended, And chased the hill-fox and...

...faithful dog, almost reduced to a skeleton, still guarding them. In the words of Sir Walter Scott — " Nor yet quite deserted, though lonely extended, For faithful in death, his meek favourite attended, The much-loved remains of her master defended, And chased the hill-fox and...

...tenantless clay ; Nor yet quite deserted, though lonely extended, For, faithful in death, his mute favourite attended, The much-loved remains of her master defended,...that his silence was slumber ? When the wind waved his garments, how oft didst thou start ? How many long days and long weeks didst thou number Ere he...

...— Like the corpse of an outcast abandon'd to weather, Till the mountain-winds wasted the tenantless clay. Nor yet quite deserted, though lonely extended, For, faithful in death, his mute favourite attended, The much-loved remains of her master defended, And chased the hill-fox and the...

...Like the corpse of an outcast, abandon'd to weather, Till the mountain-winds wasted the tenantless clay ; Nor yet quite deserted, though lonely extended, For faithful in death, his mute favourite attended, The much-lov'd remains of his master defended, And chased the hill-fox and the...