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Written at Town-end, Grasmere. This old Man I met a few hundred yards from my cottage; and the account of him is taken from his own mouth. I was in the state of feeling described in the beginning of the poem, while crossing over Barton Fell from Mr. Clarkson’s, at the foot of Ullswater, towards Askham. The image of the hare I then observed on the ridge of the Fell.