Choked and imprison'd in a modern belt,
Which some rare genius now has twined about
The good old house, to keep old neighbours out;
Along his valleys, in the evening hours,
The borough-damsels stray'd to gather flowers,
Or by the brakes and brushwood of the park,
To take their pleasant rambles in the dark.
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"Some prudes, of rigid kind, forbore to call
On the kind females—favourites at the hall;