Now happy Switzer’s hills,—romantic Spain,—
Gay lilied fields of France,—or, more refined,
The soft Ausonia’s monumental reign;
Nor less each rural image he designed
Than all the city’s pomp and home of human kind.
XVI.
Anon some wilder portraiture he draws;
Of Nature’s savage glories he would speak,—
The loneliness of earth that overawes,—
Where resting by some tomb of old Cacique,