>“Description of Skiddaw and Lake Derwent>”
description of skiddaw &
lake derwent
Skiddaw upon thy heights thesun shines bright
but only for a moment thengives place
Unto a playful cloud which onthy brow
Sports wantonly then floatsaway in air
throwing its shadow on thy
towering height
And darkens for a momentthy green side
But adds unto its beauty as itmakes
the sun more bright when itagain appears
Now hear my boyish moral
Then in the morning on thy
brow those clouds
Rest, as upon a couch and givefair voi
For fancys play. And airy fortresses a
and towers battlements andall appear. b
chasing the other off and intheir turn
are chased by the others. c But
enough
Ive treated of the clouds. d nowskiddaw come e
noble and grand and beutiousclothed with green
and yet but scantily and insome parts
a bare terrific cliff precipitous
descends with only here &
there a root
and bare and scraggy as befit the cliff g
but only for a moment thengives place
Unto a playful cloud which onthy brow
Sports wantonly then floatsaway in air
throwing its shadow on thy
System generated line number
5And darkens for a momentthy green side
But adds unto its beauty as itmakes
the sun more bright when itagain appears
Now hear my boyish moral
Then in the morning on thy
System generated line number
10Rest, as upon a couch and givefair voi
scope
For fancys play. And airy fortresses a
and towers battlements andall appear. b
chasing the other off and intheir turn
are chased by the others. c But
System generated line number
15Ive treated of the clouds. d nowskiddaw come e
noble and grand and beutiousclothed with green
and yet but scantily and insome parts
a bare terrific cliff precipitous
descends with only here &
System generated line number
20a straggler. there as tho grow with stonefor earth
straggling as it push its branchesfrom the cliff
f
and bare and scraggy as befit the cliff g
Sciddaw majestic skiddaw
lower
are all much higher 1 but those
those giant works of art 2 withthee compared
sink into nothing, all thatart can do
is nothing beside thee Thetouch of man
raised pigmy mountains butgigantic tombs
the touch of nature raised
the mountains
brow
But made no tombs at all save wherethe snow
the fleecy locks of winter falls around
and forms a to white tomb fora
Who wanders far from home andmeets his death
amidst the cold of winter but
no more on
on this sad subject on thishappy day j k
giant natures
worklower
For less
h
than alps or andes pyreneesare all much higher 1 but those
System generated line number
25those giant works of art 2 withthee compared
sink into nothing, all thatart can do
is nothing beside thee Thetouch of man
raised pigmy mountains butgigantic tombs
the touch of nature raised
System generated line number
30
System generated line number
30But made no tombs at all save wherethe snow
the fleecy locks of winter falls around
and forms a to white tomb fora
the
careless swain
i
Who wanders far from home andmeets his death
amidst the cold of winter but
System generated line number
35on this sad subject on thishappy day j k
Now derwent water come a lookingglass
wherein reflected are the mountainsheights
A stragller pushes forth itsbranches stiff
all m
as in a mirror framed in rocksand woods
upon whose polished surface
so upon thee there isa seeming mount
a seeming tree aseeming rivulet n
which falls and yet does
not fall pon on
thee
all upon thee are paintedby a hand
which not a critic can well criticise
but to disturb thee oft bluff eolus
Descends upon the mountains with hisbreath
thy polished surface is a boy at play
who labours at the snow tomake a man
And when heʼs made it knocks itdown again o
So when thouʼst made a picturethou dost play
At tearing it to pieces trees dofirst
Tremble as if a monstrous heart of
oak
Were but an aspen leaf and thenas if
it were a cobweb in the tempestsblow
Thus like penelope thou weavst aloom web
and then thou dost undo it thourtlike her
because thourt fair and oft
deceiving too
3
first seeming to be calm thenturning rough
and now penelope an all good bye
my muse I need no farther use of thee
and thus deceiving as penelope p
wherein reflected are the mountainsheights
A stragller pushes forth itsbranches stiff
all m
System generated line number
40as in a mirror framed in rocksand woods
upon whose polished surface
so upon thee there isa seeming mount
a seeming tree aseeming rivulet n
which falls and yet does
System generated line number
45
System generated line number
45all upon thee are paintedby a hand
which not a critic can well criticise
but to disturb thee oft bluff eolus
Descends upon the mountains with hisbreath
thy polished surface is a boy at play
System generated line number
50who labours at the snow tomake a man
And when heʼs made it knocks itdown again o
So when thouʼst made a picturethou dost play
At tearing it to pieces trees dofirst
Tremble as if a monstrous heart of
System generated line number
55Were but an aspen leaf and thenas if
it were a cobweb in the tempestsblow
Thus like penelope thou weavst aloom web
and then thou dost undo it thourtlike her
because thourt fair and oft
System generated line number
60first seeming to be calm thenturning rough
and now penelope an all good bye
my muse I need no farther use of thee
and thus deceiving as penelope p
sweet derwent on thy winding
shore
besides they mountain forestshoar
there would I like to wanderstill
and drink from out the ripplingrill
Which from thy highest
And mingles with the
eagles call
While on helvellyn thunderroars
reechoed from old r derwentsshores
and where the lightningflashes still
reflected in the mountainrill
System generated line number
65besides they mountain forestshoar
there would I like to wanderstill
and drink from out the ripplingrill
Which from thy highest
head
mountaindoth falls
q
And mingles with the
System generated line number
70While on helvellyn thunderroars
reechoed from old r derwentsshores
and where the lightningflashes still
reflected in the mountainrill