And let him, where and ruben he will, sit down Of high-way side, and with the little birds RURAL ARCHITECTURE. There's George Fisher, Charles Fleming, and Reginald Shore, Three rosy-cheek'd School-boys, the highest not more To the top of Great How did it please them to climb, They built him of stones gather'd up as they lay, And so without scruple they call'd him Ralph Jones. Just half a week after the Wind sallied forth, From the peak of the crag blew the Giant away. next day And what did these School-boys?-The very -Some little I've seen of blind boisterous works At remembrance whereof my blood sometimes will flag, Great How is a single and conspicuous hill, which rises towards the foot of Thirl-mere, on the western side of the beautiful dale of Legberthwaite, along the high road between Keswick and Ambleside. A POET'S EPITAPH. Art thou a Statesman, in the van A Lawyer art thou?-draw not nigh; Art thou a man of purple cheer? This grave no cushion is for thee. Art thou a man of gallant pride, A Soldier, and no man of chaff ? Physician art thou? One, all eyes, Wrapp'd closely in thy sensual fleece -A Moralist perchance appears; Led, Heaven knows how! to this poor sod: And He has neither eyes nor ears; Himself his world, and his own God; |