"Now, little Edward, say why so; "For, here are woods, hills smooth and warm: There surely must some reason be Why you would change sweet Liswyn farm At this, my boy hung down his head, His head he raised-there was in sight, Then did the boy his tongue unlock, O dearest, dearest boy! my heart 1798. XI. RURAL ARCHITECTURE. THERE'S George Fisher, CharlesFleming, and ReginaldShore, 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, They built him of stones gathered up as they lay: And so without scruple they called him Ralph Jones. * 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 Keswick and Ambleside. Just half a week after, the wind sallied forth, 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. -Some little I've seen of blind boisterous works At remembrance whereof my blood sometimes will flag; 1801. XII. THE PET-LAMB A PASTORAL. THE dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink ; A snow-white mountain-lamb with a Maiden at its side. Nor sheep nor kine were near; the lamb was all alone, 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. 'Twas little Barbara Lewthwaite, a child of beauty rare! 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? What is it thou wouldst seek? What is wanting to thy heart? If the sun be shining hot, do but stretch thy woollen chain, |