The too sad penance—hopeless penury,
Loathsome disease unpitied, and thereto
The brand of all-avoided infamy
Set on her, like the fearful token o’er
A plague-infested house:—at length to death
Impatient and distract she made bold way.
Fain would I view thee, Corscombe, fain would hail
The ground where Hollis[12] lies; his choice retreat,
Where, from the busy world withdrawn, he lived
To generous Virtue, and the holy love