In their affected joys, the ills they feel:
I hate these long green lanes; there’s nothing sees
In this vile country but eternal green;
Woods! waters! meadows! Will they never end?
’Tis a vile prospect: - Gone to see a friend?”
Still on he rode! a mansion fair and tall
Rose on his view - the pride of Loddon Hall:
Spread o’er the park he saw the grazing steer,
The full-fed steed, and herds of bounding deer:
On a clear stream the vivid sunbeams play’d,