The smooth expanse,
Well cropp'd, and daily, as the owner's chin,
Not one irregularity presents,
Not even one grassy tuft in which a bird
May find a home and cheer the dull domain.
Grahame—Birds of Scotland.
38. The city's gloom, that falls
Where the same window fronts the same dull walls;
To see new, weary idlers tread once more
The mud or dust, which crowds have trod before,