...decay, 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...

...decay, 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...

...1805, perished on Mt. Hellvellyn, three months later his remains were found still guarded by his dog. " How long didst thou think that his silence was slumber, When the wind waved his garment how oft didst thou start?" " We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she...

...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, bis mute favorite attended, The much-loved remains of her master defended, And chased the hill-fox...

...corpse of an outcast abandon 'd to weather. Till the mountain-winds wasted the tenantless clay. Xor . WILLIAM CUI.LEN B aud the raven away. How long didst thou think that his silenc« was slumber? When the wind waved his...

...dog who starved while watching his young master's lifeless body, alone upon a Highland moor : — " How long didst thou think that his silence was slumber ? When the wind stirred his garment, how oft didst thou start !" Yet even this devoted creature could have carried...

...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 garment, how oft didst thou start ? How many long days and long weeks didst thou number, o'er him...

...sympathy would never have been so roused if Scott had not drawn us the picture of U1e dog's vigil — " How long didst thou think that his silence was slumber ? When the wind waved his garment how oft didst thou start ? " or if Wordsworth's lines had not been closed with such a haunting...

...decay, 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...

...subject. When Wordsworth received Scott's poem, he unerringly pointed out the most beautiful lines : — How long did'st thou think that his silence was slumber ? When the wind waved his garment, how oft did'st thou start ? Another beautiful poem of Wordsworth is to a girl friend who...