Which pass’d as tediously as gall or bile stones.
Blind to the picturesque, he ne’er perceived
In Nature one artistical fine stroke;
For instance, how that purple hill relieved
The beggar-woman in the gipsy-poke,
And how the red cow carried off her cloak;
Or how the aged horse, so gaunt and grey,
Threw off a noble mass of beech and oak!
Or, how the tinker’s ass, beside the way,
Came boldly out from a white cloud—to bray!