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:
They built him and christened him all in one day,
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.
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 day
They went and they built up another.
--Some little I've seen of blind boisterous works
By Christian disturbers more savage than Turks,
Spirits busy to do and undo:
At remembrance whereof my blood sometimes will flag;
Then, light-hearted Boys, to the top of the crag!
And I'll build up giant with you.
written by William Wordsworth, published on Fri 08.06.2010 at 14:48
.I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide,
As being past away.--Vain sympathies!
For, backward, Duddon! as I cast my eyes,
written by William Wordsworth, published on Wed 07.21.2010 at 07:16
MILTON! thou shouldst be living at this hour:
England hath need of thee: she is a fen
written by William Wordsworth, published on Sun 07.04.2010 at 21:33
--Was it for this
That one, the fairest of all Rivers, lov'd
To blend his murmurs with my Nurse's song,
written by William Wordsworth, published on Sun 07.04.2010 at 02:49
I've watched you now a full half-hour,
Self-poised upon that yellow flower;
And, little Butterfly! indeed
written by William Wordsworth, published on Sat 06.26.2010 at 06:08
At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears,
Hangs a Thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years: