Hark! 'tis the twanging horn o'er yonder bridge,
That with its wearisome but needful length
Bestrides the wintry flood, in which the moon
Sees her unwrinkled face reflected bright.
The Task, Book 4th.
[328] Lady Hesketh adopted this delicate mode of extending her kindness to the Poet.
[329] Dr. Kerr, of Northampton.
[330] See the verses on Lord Thurlow—
"Round Thurlow's head in early youth," &c. &c.
[331] The Rev. Moses Brown.
"Oh, happy shades," &c. &c.
[333] "Truth is strange, stranger than fiction."