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There's George Fisher, Charles Fleming,
and Reginald Shore, Three rosy-cheek's School-boys, the 'highest
not more Than the height of a Counsellor's bag; To the top of Great How* did it please them
to climb, And there they built up without mortar or lime A Man on the Peak of the Crag.
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 Amble. side.
They built him of stones gather'd up as they
lay, They built him and christen'Jhim all in one day, An Urchin both vigorous and hale, And so without scruple they call’d him Ralph
Jones: Now Ralph is renown’d for the length of his
bones, The Magog of Legberthwaite dale.
Just half a week after the Wind sallied forth,
away: And what did these School-boys!--The very
next day They went and they built up another!
Some little I've seen of blind boisterous works
will flag. -Then, light-hearted Boys, to the top of the
A POET'S EPITAPH.
ART thou a Statesmen, in the van
A Lawyer art thou?-draw not nigh;
Art thou a man of purple cheer?
Art thou a man of gallant pride,
Physician art thou? One, all eyes,
Wrapp'd closely in thy sensual fleece
--A Moralist' perchance appears;
One to whose smooth-rubb’d soul can cling
Shut close the door! press down the latch:
But who is He with modest looks,
He is retired as noontide dew,
The outward shews of sky and earth,
In common things that round us lie Some random truths he can impart The harvest of a quiet eye That broods and sleeps on his own heart.
But he is weak, both man and boy,
-Come hither in thy hour of strength,