• From “The Traveller”
      FIRED at the sound, my genius spreads her wing,
    And flies where Britain courts the western spring;
    Where lawns extend that scorn Arcadian pride,
    And brighter streams than famed Hydaspes glide.
    There all around the gentlest breezes stray,
    There gentler music melts on every spray;
    Creation’s mildest charms are there...