Stamps on the scene its English character.
Farewell! a prouder Mansion I may see, 100
But much must meet in that which equals thee!
II.
I leave the town, and take a well-known way
To that old Mansion in the closing day,
When beams of golden light are shed around,
And sweet is every night and every sound.
Pass but this hill, and I shall then behold
The Seat so honour’d, no admired of old,