Had left behind the fair Sicilian shores.…”
Æneid, b. i., v. 50.
It is the same in these of Addison:
“Tune ev’ry string and ev’ry tongue,
Be thou the Muse and subject of our song.…”
St. Cecilia’s Day, i., 10.
or these from Goldsmith:
“How often have I loiter’d o’er thy green,
Where humble happiness endeared each scene.”
The Deserted Village, i., 7.