To take another step. Above him, seemed
Alone, the mount of song, the lofty seat
Of canonized bards; and thitherward,
By nature taught, and native melody,
In prime of youth, he bent his eagle eye.
No cost was spared—what books he wished, he read;
What sage to hear, he heard; what scenes to see
He saw. And first in rambling school–boy days
Britannia's mountain walks and heath girt lakes,
And story telling glens, and founts, and brooks,