The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 55.
And Katerfelto, with his hair on end
At his own wonders, wondering for his bread.
'T is pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat,
To peep at such a world,—to see the stir
Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd.
The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 86.
While fancy, like the finger of a clock,
Runs the great circuit, and is still at home.
The Task. Book iv. The Winter Evening. Line 118.