We read Virgil and Wordsworth in our tent, with new pleasure there,
while waiting for a clearer atmosphere, nor did the weather prevent
our the simple truth and beauty of Peter Bell:--
"And he had lain beside his asses,
On lofty Cheviot Hills:
"And he had trudged through Yorkshire dales,
Among the rocks and winding _scars_;
Where deep and low the hamlets lie
Beneath their little patch of sky
And little lot of stars.
while waiting for a clearer atmosphere, nor did the weather prevent
our the simple truth and beauty of Peter Bell:--
"And he had lain beside his asses,
On lofty Cheviot Hills:
"And he had trudged through Yorkshire dales,
Among the rocks and winding _scars_;
Where deep and low the hamlets lie
Beneath their little patch of sky
And little lot of stars.
Thoreau - Excursions and Poems
