Addressed To A Young Lady FAR from my dearest Friend, 'tis mine to rove Through bare grey dell, high wood, and pastoral cove; Where...

My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One...

Lo, an English mansion founded In the elder James's reign, Quaint and stately, and surrounded With a pastoral domain. With well-timber'd lawn and gardens And with many a pleasant mead, Skirted by the lofty coverts Where the hare and pheasant feed. Flank'd it is with goodly stables, Shelter'd by coeval trees So it lifts its honest gables Toward the distant German seas Where it once discern'd the smoke Of old sea-battles far away : Saw victorious Nelson's topmasts Anchoring in