It was composed at School and during my first two college vacations.

There is not an image in it which I have not observed; and, now in my seventy-third year, I recollect the time and place where most of them were noticed.

I will confine myself to one instance.
'Waving his hat, the shepherd from the vale Directs his wandering dog the cliffs to scale; The dog bounds barking mid the glittering rocks, Hunts where his master points, the intercepted flocks.' I was an eye-witness of this for the first time while crossing the pass of Dunmail Raise.

Upon second thought, I will mention another image: 'And fronting the bright west, yon oak entwines Its darkening boughs and leaves in stronger lines.' This is feebly and imperfectly exprest; but I recollect distinctly the very spot where this first struck me.

It was on the way between Hawkshead and Ambleside, and gave me extreme pleasure.