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Than the height of a Counsellor's bag;
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,
From the peak of the crag blew the Giant away.
-Some little I've seen of blind boisterous works
At remembrance whereof my blood sometimes will flag;
HE dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink; I heard a voice; it said, "Drink, pretty Creature, drink!"
And, looking o'er the hedge, before me I espied
A snow-white mountain Lamb with a Maiden at its side.
No other sheep were near, the Lamb was all alone,
Right towards the Lamb she looked; and from a shady
I unobserved could see the workings of her face:
"What ails thee, Young One? what? Why pull so a
Is it not well with thee? well both for bed and board?
'Twas little Barbara Lewthwaite, a Child of beauty
I watched them with delight, they were a lovely pair.
"What is it thou wouldst seek? What is wanting to thy heart?
Thy limbs are they not strong? And beautiful thou art:
And that green corn all day is rustling in thy ears!
This beech is standing by, its covert thou canst gain;
The rain and storm are things that scarcely can come here.
* GREAT How is a single and conspicuous hill, which rises
towards the foot of Thirlmere, on the western side of the beautiful dale of Legberthwaite, along the high road between Kes
wick and Ambleside
"Rest, little Young One, rest; thou hast forgot the day When my Father found thee first in places far away; Many flocks were on the hills, but thou wert owned by
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 the roam?
"Thou knowest that twice a day I brought thee in this Can Fresh water from the brook, as clear as ever ran; The Lamb, while from her hand he thus his supper And twice in the day, when the ground is wet with dew,
A faithful Nurse thou hast; the dam that did thee yean
Seemed to feast with head and ears; and his tail with I bring thee draughts of milk, warm milk it is and new pleasure shook.
"Drink, pretty Creature, drink," she said in such a tone "Thy limbs will shortly be twice as stout as they are That I almost received her heart into my own.
Then I'll yoke thee to my cart like a pony in the plough;
My Playmate thou shalt be; and when the wind is cold
Our hearth shall be thy bed, our house shall be thy fold.