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And let him, where and when he will, sit down
There's George Fisher, Charles Fleming, and Reginald
Shore, Three rosy-cheeked 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.
They built him of stones gathered up as they lay ;
Just half a week after, the wind sallied forth,
blew the Giant
away. And what did these School-boys -The very next day They went and they built up
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,
and botanize Upon his mother's grave?
Wrappt closely in thy sensual Aleece
A Moralist perchance appears ;
sod: And He has neither eyes nor ears ; Himself his world, and his own God;