Neither of those lakes, nor of Venice, is there any notice in these poems, chiefly because I have touched upon them elsewhere.

See in particular 'Descriptive Sketches,' 'Memorials of a Tour on the Continent in 1820,' and a Sonnet upon the extinction of the Venetian Republic.
297.

*_Musings at Aquapendente, April _1837.

[I.] The following note refers to Sir W.Scott: 'Had his sunk eye kindled at those dear words That spake of Bards and Minstrels' (ll.

60-1).
_His_, Sir W.Scott's, eye _did_ in fact kindle at them, for the lines 'Places forsaken now,' and the two that follow, were adopted from a poem of mine, which nearly forty years ago was in part read to him, and he never forgot them.
'Old Helvellyn's brow, Where once together in his day of strength We stood rejoicing' (ll.