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And there they built up, without mortar or lime,
A Man on the peak of the crag.

Just half a week after, the wind sallied forth,
And, in anger or merriment, out of the north,
Coming on with a terrible pother,

From the peak of the crag blew the giant away.
And what did these school-boys?—The very next
They went and they built


They built him of stones gathered up as they lay:

They built him and christened him all in one day, "Twas little Barbara Lewthwaite, a child of beauty
An urchin both vigorous and hale;


And so without scruple they called him Ralph Jones.
Now Ralph is renowned for the length of his bones;
The Magog of Legberthwaite dale.


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Nor sheep nor kine were near; the lamb was all alone,

And by a slender cord was tethered to a stone; With one knee on the grass did the little Maiden kneel,

The lamb, while from her hand he thus his supper

took, Seemed to feast with head and ears; and his tail with pleasure shook.

"Drink, pretty creature, drink," she said in such

a tone

That I almost received her heart into my own.

the beautiful dale of Legberthwaite, along the high road

between Keswick and Ambleside.

I watched them with delight, they were a lovely pair.
Now with her empty can the maiden turned away:
But ere ten yards were gone her footsteps did she


Right towards the lamb she looked; and from a shady place

I unobserved could see the workings of her face : If Nature to her tongue could measured numbers bring,

Thus, thought I, to her lamb that little Maid might sing:

"What ails thee, young One? what? Why pull
so at thy cord?

Is it not well with thee? well both for bed and board?
Thy plot of grass is soft, and green as grass can be ;
Rest, little young One, rest; what is that aileth

What is it thou wouldst seek? What is wanting to thy heart?

Thy limbs are they not strong? And beautiful thou art :

This grass is tender grass; these flowers they have no peers;

And that green corn all day is rustling in thy ears!

Rest, little young One, rest; thou hast forgot the day
When my father found thee first in places far away;

While to that mountain-lamb she gave its evening Many flocks were on the hills, but thou wert owned


If the sun be shining hot, do but stretch thy woollen
This beech is standing by, its covert thou canst gain;
For rain and mountain-storms! the like thou
need'st not fear,

The rain and storm are things that scarcely can
come here.

by none,

And thy mother from thy side for evermore was gone.

He took thee in his arms, and in pity brought thee home :

A blessed day for thee! then whither wouldst thou roam ?

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TO H. C.


O THOU ! whose fancies from afar are brought;
Who of thy words dost make a mock apparel,
And fittest to unutterable thought

The breeze-like motion and the self-born carol;
Thou faery voyager! that dost float
In such clear water, that thy boat
May rather seem

To brood on air than on an earthly stream;
Suspended in a stream as clear as sky,

Where earth and heaven do make one imagery;
O blessed vision! happy child!
Thou art so exquisitely wild,

I think of thee with many fears
For what may be thy lot in future years.

I thought of times when Pain might be thy guest,
Lord of thy house and hospitality;
And Grief, uneasy lover! never rest

But when she sate within the touch of thee.
O too industrious folly!

O vain and causeless melancholy!
Nature will either end thee quite;
Or, lengthening out thy season of delight,
Preserve for thee, by individual right,

A young lamb's heart among the full-grown flocks.
What hast thou to do with sorrow,
Or the injuries of to-morrow?
Thou art a dew-drop, which the morn brings forth,
Ill fitted to sustain unkindly shocks,
Or to be trailed along the soiling earth;
A gem that glitters while it lives,
And no forewarning gives;

But, at the touch of wrong, without a strife
Slips in a moment out of life.






[This extract is reprinted from "THE FRIEND."] WISDOM and Spirit of the universe! Thou Soul, that art the Eternity of thought! And giv'st to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion! not in vain,

By day or star-light, thus from my first dawn


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