A day it was when I could bear My Boy was by my side, so slim And oftentimes I talked to him, The young lambs ran a pretty race; "Kilve,” said I," was a pleasant place; My little Boy, which like you more,' I said, and took him by the arm— And tell me, had you rather be," I said, and held him by the arm, "At Kilve's smooth shore by the green sea, Or here at Liswyn farm?" In careless mood he looked at me, "Now, little Edward, say why so; My little Edward, tell me why.""I cannot tell, I do not know.' "Why, this is strange,” said I. "6 For, here are woods, and green-hills warm: There surely must some reason be Why you would change sweet Liswyn farm At this, my Boy hung down his head, He blushed with shame, nor made reply; And five times to the Child I said, His head he raised-there was in sight, It caught his eye, he saw it plain- Then did the boy his tongue unlock; And thus to me he made reply: "At Kilve there was no weather-cock, And that's the reason why." O dearest, dearest Boy! my heart XI. RURAL ARCHITECTURE. THERE'S George Fisher, Charles Fleming, and Reginald Shore, Three rosy-cheeked School-boys, the highest not more To the top of GREAT How did it please them to climb; A Man on the peak of the crag. 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. 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. |