Duly as Friday comes, though prest herself Of this old Mendicant, and, from her door Sits by her fire and builds her hope in heaven. Then let him pass, a blessing on his head ! The freshness of the valleys; let his blood Few are his pleasures: if his eyes, which now No more behold the horizontal sun Rising or setting, let the light at least Find a free entrance to their languid orbs. And let him, where and when he will, sit down As in the eye of Nature he has lived, So in the eye of Nature let him die. RURAL ARCHITECTURE. There's George Fisher, Charles Fleming, and Reginald Shore, Three rosy-cheeked School-boys, the highest not more To the top of GREAT How did it please them to climb, They built him of stones gathered up as they lay; And so without scruple they called 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. And what did these School-boys?-The very next day They went and they built up another. 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. |