...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,...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, Ere he...

...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,...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, Ere he...

...corpse of an outcast abandoned to weather, Till the mountain winds wasted the tenantless clay ; Not yet quite deserted, though lonely extended, For, faithful...that his silence was slumber? When the wind waved his garment, how oft didst thou start? How many long days and long nights didst thou number Ere he...

...tenantless clay. Nor yet quite deserted, though lonely extended, For, faithful in death, his mute ïlie much-loved remains of her master defended, And chased...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, Ere he...

...collusion. Wordsworth greatly admired the lines in which Scott addressed the faithful dumb watcher — " How long didst thou think that his silence was slumber ? When the wind waved his garment, how oft didst thou start ? " Wordsworth himself— so he tells us — took the " diction...

...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,...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, Ere he...

...constant attendant during frequent solitary rambles through the wilds of Cumberland and Westmoreland. Nor yet quite deserted, though lonely extended, For,...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, Ere he...

...decay, Like the corpse of an outcast abandon'd to weather, Till the mountain winds wasted the tenantless of all my train, My fleetest courser thou must rein, And ride to Lyulph's tower, And blood, The much-loved remains of her master defended, And chased the hill-fox and the raven away. How...

...slope and beechen swell The shadowed Jight of evening fell ; And, where the maple's leaf was brown, How long did'st thou think 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, Ere he...

...youth who perished on the mountain-side, with only his devoted terrier to witness his passing : — 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...