(With tenters tipp’d) a strong repulsive bound;
Wide and deep ditches by the gardens run,
And there in ambush lie the trap and gun;
Or yon broad board, which guards each tempting prize,
“Like a tall bully, lifts its head and lies.”
There stands a cottage with an open door,
Its garden undefended blooms before:
Her wheel is still, and overturn’d her stool,
While the lone Widow seeks the neighb’ring pool:
This gives us hope, all views of town to shun -