[359]: À lord Halifax, 1701.
Renowned in verse each shady thicket grows
And every stream in heavenly numbers flows...
Where the smooth chisel all its force has shown,
And softened into flesh the rugged stone,
Here pleasing airs my ravisht soul confound
With circling notes and labyrinths of sound.
[361]: I must confess it was not one of the least entertainments that I met with in travelling, to examine these several descriptions, as it were, upon the spot, and to compare the natural face of the country with the landscapes that the poets have given us of it.
[362]: Remarques sur l'Italie.
[363]: They were all three very well versed in the politer parts of learning, and had travelled into the most refined nations of Europe....
Their design was to pass away the heat of the summer among the fresh breezes that rise from the river, and the agreeable mixture of shades and fountains, in which the whole country naturally abounds.
[364]: Sur la victoire de Blenheim.
With floods of gore ... the rivers swell ...
Mountains of dead.
Rows of hollow brass
Tube behind tube the dreadful entrance keep,
Whilst in their wombs ten thousand thunders sleep ...
... Here shattered walls, like broken rocks, from far
Rise up in hideous views, the guilt of war;
Whilst here the vine o'er hills of ruin climbs
Industrious to conceal great Bourbon's crimes.