And let him, where and when he will, sit down Beneath the trees, or by the grassy bank Of high-way side, and with the little birds As in the eye of Nature he has liv'd, So in the eye of Nature let him die. 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, And, in anger or merriment, out of the North From the peak of the crag blew the Giant away. -Some little I've seen of blind boisterous works In Paris and London, 'mong Christians or Turks, 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? Art thou a man of gallant pride, 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; |