How gladly I recall your well-known seats
Beloved of old, and that delightful time
When all alone, for many a summer’s day,
I wandered through your calm recesses, led
In silence by some powerful hand unseen.
It is from Mark Akenside’s “Pleasures of the Imagination” (Bk IV, ll. 31 foll.). And so, too, is this:
the meadow’s fragrant hedge,
In spring time when the woodlands first are green
(Book II, 175-6)
which takes us far away from the formal conventional landscapes of the Augustans.