They, and their wives and children—happier far
Could they have lived as do the little birds
That peck along the hedge-rows, or the kite
That makes her dwelling on the mountain rocks![66]
"A sad reverse it was for him who long
Had filled with plenty, and possessed in peace,
This lonely Cottage. At the door[67] he stood,
And whistled many a snatch of merry tunes
That had no mirth in them;[AY] or with his knife