The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 14, No. 382, July 25, 1829

Reader! are you going out of town in search of the picturesque —if so, bend your course to the classic, the consecrated ground of HAGLEY! think of LYTTLETON, POPE, SHENSTONE, and THOMSON, or refresh your memory from the Spring of the latter, as—
Courting the muse, thro' Hagley Park thou strayst.
Thy British Tempe ! There along the dale,
With woods o'erhung, and shagg'd with mossy rocks,
Whence on each hand the gushing waters play,
And down the rough cascade white dashing fall,
Or gleam in lengthen'd vista through the trees,
You silent steal; or sit beneath the shade
Of solemn oaks, that tuft the swelling mounts
Thrown graceful round by Nature's careless hand,
And pensive listen to the various voice