Your good _dog_ by your side,
With _rifle_ hanging on your arm,
To range the forest wide.
E. PEABODY.
11. LADY.-- To look into the smooth
Clear glass,
Where as you bend to look, just opposite,
A shape within the polish'd frame appears
Bending to look on you.
MILTON, _modified_.
12. Your sociable piazza,--you prize its quiet talk,
When arm in arm with one you love you tread the accustom'd walk,
Or loll within your rocking-chair, not over nice or wise,
And yield the careless confidence where heart to heart replies.
MRS. GILMAN.
13. An eye that will mark
Your coming, and look brighter when you come.
BYRON.
14. Give you a slight _flirtation_,
By the light of a chandelier,
With music to fill up the pauses
And nobody very near.
N. P. WILLIS.
15. Give all things else their honor due,
But _gooseberry-pie_ is best.
SOUTHEY.
16. An ever _drizzling_ raine upon the lofte,
Mixt with a murmuring winde, much like the sownde
Of murmuring bees.
SPENSER--_Fairy Queen_.
17. Oh, sweeter than the marriage feast,
'Tis sweeter far to thee,
To walk together to the kirk
With a goodly company.
COLERIDGE--_Ancient Mariner_.
18. The world below hath not for thee
Such a fair and glorious sight,
As a noble _ship_ on a rippling sea
In the clear and full moonlight.
ELIZA COOK.
19. GENTLEMAN.-- A _noble horse_,
With flowing back, firm chest, and fetlocks clean,
The branching veins ridging the glossy lean,
The mane hung sleekly, the projecting eye
That to the stander near looks awfully,
The finish'd head in its compactness free,
Small, and o'er-arching to the bended knee,
The start and snatch, as if he felt the comb,
With mouth that flings about the creamy foam,
The snorting turbulence, the nod, the champing,
The shift, the tossing, and the fiery tramping.
LEIGH HUNT--_Rimini_.
19. LADY.-- Your witless puss;
While many a stroke of fondness glides
Along her back and tabby sides,
Dilated swells her glossy fur,
And softly sings her busy pur;
As timing well the equal sound,
Her clutching feet bepat the ground,
And all their harmless claws disclose
Like prickles of an early rose,
While softly from her whisker'd cheek
The half-closed eyes peer mild and meek.
JOANNA BAILLIE.
20. The tall larch sighing in the _burial place_,
Or willow trailing low its boughs, to hide
The gleaming marble.
W. C. BRYANT.
21. The dance,
Pleasant with graceful flatteries.
MISS LANDON.
22. You rather look on _smiling faces_,
And linger round a _cheerful hearth_,
Than mark the stars' bright hiding-places,
As they peep out upon the earth.
MRS. WELBY.
23. Wreathy _shells_, with lips of red,
On a beach of whiten'd sand.
HOSMER.
24. When to the startled eye the sudden glance
Appears far south, _eruptive, through the cloud_,
And following slower, in explosion vast,
The _thunder_ raises his tremendous voice.
THOMSON--_Seasons_.
25. GENTLEMAN.--"'Tis heaven to lounge upon a couch," said Gray,
"And read new novels through a rainy day."
Add but the Spanish weed, the bard was right.
SPRAGUE.
25. LADY.--Your moralizing knitting-work, whose threads most aptly
show
How evenly around life's span our busy threads should go;
And if a stitch perchance should drop, as life's frail stitches
will,
How, if we patient take it up, the work will prosper still.
MRS. GILMAN.
26. 'Tis pleasant, by the cheerful hearth, to hear
Of tempests, and the dangers of the deep,
And pause at times, and feel that we are safe,
Then listen to the perilous tale again,
And with an eager and suspended soul
Woo terror to delight us.
SOUTHEY--_Madoc_.
27. The _moon_,
Which kisseth every where, with silver lip,
Dead things to life.
KEATS.
28. The _insect_, that when evening comes,
Small though he be, and scarce distinguishable,
Unsheaths his wings, and through the woods and glades
Scatters a marvellous splendor.
ROGERS--_Italy_.
29. When down the green lane come heart-peals of laughter,
For school has sent its eldest inmates forth,
And when a smaller band comes dancing after,
Filling the air with shouts of infant mirth.
MRS. SCOTT.
30. _A couch near to a curtaining_,
Whose airy texture, from a golden string
Floating, into the room permits appear
Unveil'd, the summer heaven, blue and clear.
KEATS.
31. Dear to your heart are the scenes of your childhood,
When fond recollection presents them to view,
The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood,
And every loved spot which your infancy knew.
WOODWORTH.
32. To seek the patient _fisher's_ silent stand,
Intent, your angle trembling in your hand;
With looks unmoved to lure the scaly breed,
And eye the dancing cork and bending reed.
POPE.
33. _Converse_, which qualifies for solitude,
As exercise for salutary rest.
YOUNG--_Night Thoughts_.
34. GENTLEMAN.--To follow, fleetest of the fleet,
The _red deer_, driven along its native plains,
With cry of _hound_ and _horn_.
WORDSWORTH.
34. LADY.--One wild-flower from the path of love,
All lowly though it lie,
Is dearer than the wreath that waves
To stern ambition's eye.
H. T. TUCKERMAN.
35. The laugh-provoking _pun_; absurd
Though it be, far-fetched, hard to be discern'd,
It serves the purpose if it shake our sides.
GRAHAME.
36. You have a wish, and it is this--that in some uncouth glen,
It were your lot to find a spot, unknown by selfish men,
Where you might be securely free, like eremite of old,
From worldly guile, from woman's wile, and friendships brief
and cold.
MOTHERWELL.
37. You love the fields, the woods, the streams,
The wild-flowers fresh and sweet,
And yet you love no less than these
The crowded city street;
For _haunts of men_, where'er they be,
Awake your deepest sympathy.
MARY HOWITT.
38. Sleep,--soft closer of our eyes,
Low murmurer of tender lullabies.
KEATS.
39. You love the sweet _Sabbath_, that bids in repose
The plough in its mid-furrow stand.
DR. GILMAN.
40. Pleasant it is when woods are green,
And winds are soft and low,
To lie amid some sylvan scene,
Where, the long drooping boughs between,
Shadows dark and sunlight sheen
Alternate come and go.
LONGFELLOW.
41. GENTLEMAN.--To beat the surges under you,
And ride upon their backs; to tread the water
Whose enmity you flung aside, and breast
The surge most swollen, that meets you; your bold head
'Bove the contentious waves keeping, and oar
Yourself with your good arms, in lusty stroke
To the shore.
_Tempest._
41. LADY.--Beside the dimness of the _glimmering sea_,
with a dear friend to linger,
Beneath the gleams of the silver stars.
SHELLEY.
42. To pluck some way-side flower,
And _press it_ in the choicest nook
Of a much-loved and oft-read _book_.
J. R. LOWELL.
43. A wheel-footed _studying-chair_,
Contrived both for toil and repose,
Wide-elbow'd, and wadded with care,
In which you both scribble and doze.
COWPER.
44. GENTLEMAN.--Hurrah for you! the wind is up, it bloweth fresh and
free,
And every chord, instinct with life, pipes out its fearless glee;
Big swell the bosom'd sails with joy, and they madly kiss the
spray,
As proudly through the foaming surge the sea-king bears away.
MOTHERWELL.
44. LADY.--To place your lips to a spiral shell,
And breathe through every fold;
Or look for the depth of its pearly cell,
As a miser would look for gold.
MISS H. F. GOULD.
45. GENTLEMAN.-- The soil to tread
Where man hath nobly striven,
And life like incense hath been shed
An offering unto heaven.
MRS. HEMANS.
45. LADY.--The old _study-corner_ by a nook,
Crowded with volumes of the old romance.
N. P. WILLIS.
46. Ay, 'tis to you a glorious sight
To gaze on _ocean's_ ample face;
An awful joy, a deep delight,
To see his laughing waves embrace
Each other, in their frolic race.
GEORGE LUNT.
47. You love the _pictures_ that you see
At times in some _old gallery_;
You love them, although art may deem
Such pictures of but light esteem.
MARY HOWITT.
48. GENTLEMAN.-- A brown cigar,
A special, smooth-skinn'd, real Havanna.
MOTHERWELL.
48. LADY.--Your quiet, pleasant _chamber_, with the rose-vine
Woven round the casement.
MISS MITFORD.
49. _Old books_ to read!
Ay, bring those nodes of wit,
The brazen-clasp'd, the vellum writ,
Time-honor'd tomes.
HENRY CAREY.
50. A _youthful mother_ to her infant smiling,
Who with spread arms, and dancing feet,
And cooing voice, returns an answer sweet.
JOANNA BAILLIE.
51. GENTLEMAN.--To be toss'd on the waves alone, or mid the crew
Of joyous comrades, now the reedy marge
Clearing, with strenuous arm dipping the oar.
WORDSWORTH.
51. LADY.--When the sail is slack, the course is slow,
That at your leisure, as you coast along,
You may contemplate, and from every scene
Receive its influence.
ROGERS.
52. An antique _chair_,
Cushion'd with cunning luxury.
N. P. WILLIS.
53. You love a hand that meets your own
With grasp that causes some sensation;
You love a voice whose varying tone
From truth has learn'd its modulation.
MRS. OSGOOD.
54. When each and all come crowding round to share
A cordial greeting, the beloved sight;
When welcomings of hand and lip are there,
And when these overflowings of delight
Subside into a sense of quiet bliss,
Life hath no purer, deeper happiness.
SOUTHEY.
55. Oh yes, the poor man's garden!
It is great joy to thee,
This little, precious piece of ground,
Beside his door to see.
For in the poor man's garden grow
Far more than herbs and flowers,
Kind thoughts, contentment, peace of mind,
And joy for weary hours.
MARY HOWITT.
56. To be sad, and say nothing.
_As You Like It._
57. Sweet _poetry_, the alchymy
Which turneth all it toucheth into gold.
MRS. DANA.
58. GENTLEMAN.-- With a _swimmer's_ stroke
To fling the billows back from your drench'd hair,
And laughing from your lip the audacious brine;
----rising o'er
The waves as they arise, and prouder still
The loftier they uplift thee; then, exulting,
With a far-dashing stroke, and drawing deep
The long suspended breath, again to spurn
The foam which breaks around thee, and pursue
Thy track like a sea-bird.
BYRON--_The Two Foscari_.
58. LADY.--A _needle_, which though it be small and tender,
Yet it is both a maker and a mender,
A grave reformer of old rents decay'd,
Stops holes, and seams, and desperate cuts display'd;
And for your country's quiet, you would like
That womankind should use no other pike.
It will increase their peace, enlarge their store,
To use their tongues less, and their needles more.
The needle's sharpness profit yields and pleasure,
But sharpness of the tongue bites out of measure.
JOHN TAYLOR--_Needle's Excellency_.
59. _Infant charms_,
Unconscious fascination, undesign'd;
The orison repeated in your arms,
The book, the bosom on your knee reclined,
The low sweet fairy lore to con.
CAMPBELL--_Gertrude of Wyoming_.
60. With _Shakspeare's self_ to speak and smile alone,
And no intruding visitation fear
To shame the unconscious laugh, or stop your sweetest tear.
CAMPBELL--_Gertrude of Wyoming_.
FOR WHAT HAVE YOU A DISTASTE OR AVERSION?
"I do not like you, Dr. Fell--
"The reason why I cannot tell;
"But this I know full well,
"I do not like you, Dr. Fell."
FOR WHAT HAVE YOU A DISTASTE OR AVERSION?
1. GENTLEMAN.--Three loud talking women,
That are discoursing of the newest fashion.
JOHN TOBIN.
1. LADY.--Ye say, "There is naething I hate like the men,
But the deuce gae wi'm to believe me."
BURNS.
2. The banquet-hall, the play, the ball,
Have lost their charms for thee.
G. P. MORRIS.
3. It's hardly in a body's power
To keep at times frae being sour,
To see how things are shared;
How best o' chiels are whiles in want,
While coofs on countless thousands rant,
And ken na how to wair't.
BURNS.
4. Oh, it is sad to look upon
The play-place of our youthful hours,
And mark what _wasting change_ hath run
As fire amid its bowers,
And sear'd its greenwood tree, and left
A trunk all blacken'd and bereft!
J. W. MILLER.
5. Conversation, when reduced to say
The hundredth time what you have said before.
MRS. SIGOURNEY.
6. You never speak the word _farewell_
But with an utterance faint and broken,
A heart-sick yearning for the time
When it shall never more be spoken.
BOWLES.
7. GENTLEMAN.--Now, my lord, as for tripe, it's your utter aversion.
GOLDSMITH--_Haunch of Venison_.
7. LADY.--An _exquisite_ of the highest stamp.
ALBERT PIKE.
8. To see
Things of no better mould
Than thou thyself art, greedily
In Fame's bright page enroll'd.
MOTHERWELL.
9. Weaving spiders.--
Hence, you long-legged spinners, hence!
_Midsummer Night's Dream._
10. You have no taste for _pomp_ and _strife_,
Which others love to find;
Your only wish, that bliss of life,
A poor and quiet mind.
CLARE.
11. You like not this _phrenology_,
This system of unfolding
The secret of a man's desires
To every one's beholding.
R. M. CHARLTON.
12. The sullen passion, and the hasty pet,
The swelling lip, the tear-distended eye,
The peevish question, the perverse reply.
HAYLEY--_Triumphs of Temper_.
13. Nor do you love that common phrase of guests,
As, _we make bold_, or, _we are troublesome_;
_We take you unprovided_, and the like;
----nor that common phrase of hosts,
_Oh, had I known your coming, we'd have had_
_Such things and such_; nor blame of cook, to say,
_This dish or that hath not been served with care_.
THOMAS HEYWOOD AND RICHARD BROOME--_The Late Lancashire
Witches_.
14. Tales of love were wont to weary you;
I know you joy not in a _love-discourse_.
_Two Gentlemen of Verona._
15. 'Tis a dreary thing to be
_Tossing on the wide, wide sea_,
When the sun has set in clouds,
And the wind sighs through the shrouds,
With a voice and with a tone
Like a living creature's moan!
EPES SARGENT.
16. _To hear the French talk French_ around you,
And wonder how they understand each other;
To hearken, and find all attempts confound you
At guessing what they mean by all their pother.
BYRON--_Giuseppino_.
17. _Books!_ out upon them; faithless chroniclers
Mere wordy counsellors--cold comforters
In the hour of sorrow.
LADY FLORA HASTINGS.
18. Your curse upon the venom'd slang
That shoots your tortured _gums_ alang,
An' through your lugs gies mony a twang,
Wi' gnawing vengeance;
Tearing your nerves wi' bitter pang,
Like racking engines.
BURNS.
19. As for stupid _reason_,
That stalking, ten-foot rule,
She's always out of season,
A tedious, testy fool.
MRS. FOLLEN.
20. GENTLEMAN.--That most active member of mortal things,
A _woman's tongue_; something like a smoke-jack,
For it goes ever, without winding up.
JOHN TOBIN--_Honey Moon_.
20. LADY.--You would rather hear your dog bark at a crow,
Than a man swear he loves you.
_Much Ado About Nothing._
21. Age is dark and unlovely; it is like the glimmering light of the
moon when it shines through broken clouds, and the mist is on
the hills: the blast of the north is on the plain; the traveller
shrinks in the midst of his journey.
OSSIAN.
22. To have _odd quirks_ and remnants of _wit_ broken on you.
_Much Ado About Nothing._
23. Whenever a change is wrought,
And you know not the reason why,
In your own or an old friend's thought.
BARRY CORNWALL.
24. You are weary of the endless theme of Cupid's smiles and sighs,
You are sick of reading rigmaroles about "my lady's eyes;"
You cannot move, you cannot look around, below, above,
But men and women, birds and bees, are prating about love.
R. M. CHARLTON.
25. You hate _ingratitude_ more in man,
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.
_Twelfth Night._
26. There are haughty steps that would walk the globe
O'er necks of humbler ones;
_You_ would scorn to bow to their jewell'd robes,
Or the beam of their _coin-lit_ suns.
MISS L. P. SMITH.
27. You'd rather hear a brazen candlestick turn'd,
Or a dry wheel grate on an axle-tree,
And that would set your teeth nothing on edge,
Nothing so much as _mincing poetry_.
_Henry IV._
28. In your soul you loathe
All _affectation_. 'Tis your perfect scorn,
Object of your implacable disgust.
COWPER--_Task_.
29. GENTLEMAN.--To pick up fans and knitting-needles,
And list to songs, and tunes, and watch for smiles,
And smile at pretty prattle.
BYRON--_Werner_.
29. LADY.--An a lover be _tardy_, you had as lief be wooed of a
snail; for though the snail comes slowly, he carries his house on
his head.
_As You Like It._
30. That the _king_ should reign on a throne of gold,
Fenced round by his power divine;
That the _baron_ should sit in his castle old,
Drinking his ripe red wine;
While below, below, in his ragged coat,
The _beggar_ he tuneth a hungry note,
And the _spinner_ is bound to his weary thread,
And the _debtor_ lies down with an aching head.
BARRY CORNWALL.
31. Lighted halls,
Cramm'd full of fools and fiddles.
R. C. SANDS.
32. To hear
The roaring of the raging elements,
To know all human skill, all human strength
Avail not; to look round, and only see
The mountain wave, incumbent with its weight
Of bursting waters o'er the reeling bark;--
Oh, God, this is indeed a dreadful thing!
And he who hath endured the horror once
Of such an hour, doth never hear the storm
Howl round his home, but he remembers it,
And thinks upon the suffering mariner.
SOUTHEY--_Madoc_.
33. I perceive you delight not in _music_.
_Merry Wives of Windsor._
34. You hate the gold and silver which persuade
Weak men to follow _far-fatiguing trade_;
Who madly think the flowery mountain's side,
The fountain's murmur, and the valley's pride,
The river's flow, less pleasing to behold
Than dreary deserts, if they lead to _gold_.
COLLINS--_Eclogues_.
35. To climb life's worn and heavy wheel,
Which draws up _nothing new_.
YOUNG--_Night Thoughts_.
36. To tax a _bad voice_ to slander music. An he had been a dog that
should have howled thus, they would have hanged him.
_Much Ado About Nothing._
37. It moves you more perhaps than folly ought,
When some _green heads_, as void of wit as thought,
Suppose themselves monopolists of sense,
And wiser mens' ability pretence.
COWPER.
38. GENTLEMAN.--A _woman moved_, which like a fountain troubled
(Is) muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty,
And in no wise is meet or reasonable.
_Taming of the Shrew._
38. LADY.-- The heavens preserve me
From that dull blessing, an _obedient husband_.
TOBIN--_Honey Moon_.
39. You're tired of _visits_, _modes_, and _forms_,
And _flatteries_ paid to fellow-worms;
Their conversation cloys.
DR. WATTS.
40. The _spider_, that weaver of cunning so deep,
Who rolls himself up in a ball to sleep.
MRS. SIGOURNEY.
41. A _fly_ that tickles the nasal tip.
MISS H. F. GOULD.
42. _Man_ delights not thee; no, nor _woman_ neither.
_Henry IV._
43. Church-yards _unadorn'd with shades_
And _blossoms_----Naked rows of graves
And melancholy ranks of monuments;
----where the course grass between
Shoots up its dull green spikes, and in the wind
Hisses;
----where the neglected bramble
Grows near the dead.
BRYANT.
44. You all _punctilios_ hate,
Though long familiar with the great.
SWIFT.
45. That he who's right, and he who swerveth,
Meet at the goal the same,
Where no one hath what he deserveth,
Not even an empty name.
BARRY CORNWALL.
46. Wooing, wedding, and repenting.
_Much Ado About Nothing._
47. Soft-buzzing _slander_--silky moth that eats
An honest name.
THOMSON.
48. The blood-extracting bill and filmy wing,
The light pump, and freckled feet--
Of the _musquito_.
BRYANT.
49. You do not like _but yet_;
_But yet_ is as a jailer to bring forth
Some monstrous malefactor.
_Antony and Cleopatra._
50. GENTLEMAN.-- You'd rather
Ride a day's hunting on an outworn jade,
Than _follow in the train of a great man_
In his dull pageantries.
BYRON--_Werner_.
50. LADY.--Never yet did housewife notable
Greet with a smile a _rainy washing-day_.
MRS. BARBAULD.
51. Thou dread'st to see
The glowing summer sun,
And balmy blossoms on the tree
Unfolding one by one;
They speak of things which once have been,
But never more can be:
And earth all deck'd in smiles again
Is still a waste to thee.
SARAH H. WHITMAN.
52. Softest winds are dreary,
And summer sunlight weary,
And sweetest things uncheery,
You know not why.
J. R. LOWELL.
53. The _Guinea-hen_,
Which keeps a piercing and perpetual scream.
MRS. SIGOURNEY.
54. Sleep, infested with the burning sting
Of _bug_ infernal, who the live-long night
With direst suction sips thy liquid gore.
ROBERT FERGUSON.
55. When you behold a spider
Prey on a fly, a magpie on a worm,
Or view a butcher, with horn-handled knife,
Slaughter a tender lamb as dead as mutton,
Indeed, indeed you're very, very sick!
HORACE AND JAMES SMITH--_Rejected Addresses_.
56. Where'er that place the priests ca' hell,
Whence a' the tones of misery yell,
And ranked plagues their numbers tell,
In dreadfu' row,
Thou, _toothache_, surely bear'st the bell
Amang them a'!
BURNS.
57. You scorn this hated scene
Of masking and disguise,
Where men on men still gleam
With falseness in their eyes,
Where all is counterfeit,
And truth hath never say,
Where hearts themselves do cheat,
Concealing hope's decay,
And, writhing at the stake,
Themselves do liars make.
MOTHERWELL.
58. You call the time misspent that is bestow'd
On loud-tongued orators, whose art it is
To launch their hearers upon passion's tide,
And drive them on by gusts of windy words.
CUMBERLAND--_Calvary_.
59. You do despise a _liar_ as you do despise one that is false, or
as you despise one that is not true.
_Merry Wives of Windsor._
60. _Songs and unbaked poetry_,
Such as the dabblers of our time contrive,
That has no weight, nor wheel to move the mind,
Nor indeed nothing but an empty sound.
BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER--_The Elder Brother_.
WHERE OR WHAT WILL BE YOUR RESIDENCE?
The World was all before her, where to choose
Her place of rest, and Providence her guide.
MILTON.
The _mind_ is its own place, and of itself
Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.
MILTON.
WHERE OR WHAT WILL BE YOUR RESIDENCE?
1. Near some fair town you'll have a _private seat_,
Built uniform, not little, nor too great;
It shall within no other things contain,
But what are useful, necessary, plain;
A little garden grateful to the eye,
While a cool rivulet runs murmuring by.
_Pomfret's Choice._
2. Amongst the vines,
See'st thou not where thy _villa_ stands? The moonbeam
Strikes on the granite column, and mountains
Rise sheltering round it.
LADY FLORA HASTINGS.
3. Child of the _town_ and _bustling street_,
What woes and snares await thy feet!
Thy paths are paved for many miles,
Thy groves and hills are peaks and tiles.
ALLAN CUNNINGHAM.
4. _A warm but simple home_, where thou'lt enjoy
With one, who shares thy pleasures and thy heart,
Sweet converse, sipping calm the fragrant lymph
Which neatly is prepared.
COWPER.
5. _Low in the glen_,
Down which a little stream hath furrow'd deep
'Tween meeting birchen boughs, a shelvy channel,
And brawling mingles with the western tide.
Far up the stream, almost beyond the roar
Of storm-bulged breakers, foaming o'er the rocks
With furious dash, your lowly dwelling lurks,
Surrounded by a circlet of the stream.
Before the wattled door, a greensward plat
With daises gay, pastures a playful lamb.
A pebbly path, deep-worn, leads up the hill,
Winding among the trees, by wheel untouch'd.
On every side it is a shelter'd spot,
So high and suddenly the woody steeps
Arise. One only way, downward the stream,
Just o'er the hollow, 'tween the meeting boughs,
The distant wave is seen, with now and then
The glimpse of passing sail; though when the breeze
Cresteth the distant wave, this little nook
Is all so calm, that on the limberest spray
The sweet bird chanteth motionless, the leaves
At times scarce fluttering.
GRAHAME--_Birds of Scotland_.
6. Neat is your house; each table, chair, and stool
Stands in its place, or moving, moves by rule;
No lively print or picture grace the room,
A plain brown paper lends its decent gloom.
CRABBE.
7. _A summer lodge amid the wild_,--
'Tis shadow'd by the tulip-tree, 'tis mantled by the vine;
The wild plum sheds its yellow fruit from fragrant thickets nigh,
And flowery prairies from the door stretch till they meet the sky.
BRYANT.
8. _Beside a public way_,
Thick strewn with summer dust, and a great stream
Of people hurrying to and fro.
SHELLEY.