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164 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

In Paris and London, 'mong Christians or 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 a Giant with you.

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.