A Century of Parody and Imitation

by Unknown

THE FLYING TAILOR.

Further Extract from 'The Recluse,' a Poem.

(WORDSWORTH)

If ever chance or choice thy footsteps lead

Into that green and flowery burial-ground

That compasseth with sweet and mournful smiles

The church of Grasmere,—by the eastern gate

Enter—and underneath a stunted yew,

Some three yards distant from the gravel-walk,

On the left-hand side, thou wilt espy a grave,