_Odour from the Rainbow_ (Vol. iii., p. 224.).--I hope that I have found
JARLTZBERG'S note in the following lines:
"Like to that smell which oft our sense descries
Within a field which long unploughëd lies,
Somewhat before the setting of the sun;
And where the rainbow in the horizon
Doth pitch her tips; or as when in the prime,
The earth being troublëd with a drought long time,
The hand of heaven his spongy clouds doth strain,
And throws into her lap a shower of rain;
She sendeth up (conceivëd from the sun)
A sweet perfume and exhalation."
Browne, _Britannia's Pastorals_, Book i. Song 2.
[Clarke's Cabinet Series, 1845, p. 70.]