The Abbey of Furness, as you well know, is a noble ruin, and most happily situated in a dell that entirely hides it from the surrounding country.
It is taken excellent care of, and seems little dilapidated since I first knew it, more than half a century ago.][1] [1] _Memoirs_, ii.

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320.

_The Wild Strawberry: Sympson_.

[Sonnet VI.ll.

9-10.] 'There bloomed the strawberry of the wilderness, The trembling eyebright showed her sapphire blue.' These two lines are in a great measure taken from 'The Beauties of Spring, a Juvenile Poem,' by the Rev.Joseph Sympson.