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With curious art the brain, too finely wrought,
Epistle to William Hogarth. Apt alliteration's artful aid.
Prophecy of Famine.
UNITED yet divided, twain at once.
, So sit two kings of Brentford on one throne.*
Book i. The Sofa. Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid Nature.
The earth was made so various, that the mind
Tawo Kings of Brentford, from Buckingham's play of the Rehearsal.
God made the country, and man made the town.*
Book i. The Sofa. O for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more.+
I would not have a slave to till my ground,
Slaves cannot breathe in England ; if their lungs
England, with all thy faults I love thee still,
Presume to lay their hand upon the ark
* Cf. CoWLEY, Þ. 128.
+ Oh that I had in the wilderness a lodging-place of wayfaring men.Jeremiah ix. 2.
Servi peregrini, ut primum Galliæ fines penetraverint eodem momento liberi sunt.-BODINUS. Liber i. c. 5.
ß Be England what she will,
CHURCHILL. The Farewell.
To zigzag manuscript, and cheats the eyes
Book ii. The Timepiece.
There is a pleasure in poetic pains
Reading what they never wrote Just fifteen minutes, huddle up their work, And with a well-bred whisper close the scene.
Domestic Happiness, thou only bliss
Book iii. The Gard: Great contest follows, and much learned dust. Ibid.
From reveries so airy, from the toil
* 'He has spent all his life in letting down empty buckets into empty wells; and he is frittering away his age in trying to draw them up again.' -Memoirs of Sydney Smith.
How various his employments whom the world
Book üi. The Garden, Who loves a garden loves a greenhouse too. Ibid.
I burn to set the imprisoned wranglers free,
And Katerfelto, with his hair on end
’T is pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat,
While fancy, like the finger of a clock,
O Winter, ruler of the inverted year.
With spots quadrangular of diamond form,
[Tar-water) is of a nature so mild and benign and proportioned to the human constitution, as to warm without heating, to cheer but not inebriate.-BISHOP Berkeley. Siris, par. 217.
Sidney, warbler of poetic prose. Book iv. Winter Evening.
The Frenchman's darling.*
But war's a game which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at. Book v. Winter Morning Walk.
The beggarly last doit.
With filial confidence inspired, Can lift to Heaven an unpresumptuous eye, And smiling say, 'My Father made them all !'
As dreadful as the Manichean god,
He is the freeman whom the truth makes free.
There is in souls a sympathy with sounds ;
Book vi. Winter Walk at Noon.
Here the heart
* 'Twas Cowper who gave this now common name to the Mignonette.