Or the gay chariot loiter to await
Some fool you scorn, or envious flirt you hate.
Dr. Brown—Bower of Spring.
39. A lone dwelling, built by whom, or how,
None of the rustic island people know.
The isle and house are thine.—
Nature, with all her children, haunts the hill;
The spotted deer bask in the fresh moonlight,
Before thy gate.—Be this thy home in life.