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150 A real poet he was, but desultory, rarely able to remain fixed at work and carry out a project to the end. He was an excellent ballad-writer, but he could do better than write ballads. He began a great poem on the "Quest of the Sangreal," but it remains a fragment. Here is one short specimen of a ballad, the lament of a Cornish mother over her dead child:—

—For further information see my Vicar of Morwenstow. New and revised edition. Methuen. 1899.