And how two damsels[[271]] with one lover live!
Delicious scenes!—such scenes our bard displays,
Which, crown’d with German, sue for British, praise.
Slow are the steeds, that through Germania’s roads
With hempen rein the slumbering post-boy goads;
Slow is the slumbering post-boy, who proceeds
Thro’ deep sands floundering on those tardy steeds;
More slow, more tedious, from his husky throat,
Twangs through the twisted horn the struggling note.
These truths confess’d—Oh! yet, ye travell’d few,