Gave it the look of years and years untold; In style it did Elizabethan seem, And, with its jutting windows, we should deem It to have been a comf'table repose, Such as, with th' ruddy sunlight's western gleam Upon the small-paned casement, and the rose Above the portal, would dispel all worldly woes. XLV. The chestnut team, the mill pond and the quack Of ducklings discontented with their lot, The grunt of pigs itin'rant, and the stack— All lent a happy charm to such a spot; There might be seen upon the labourer's cot The blooming jess'mine loading all the air With fragrant perfume; and the garden plot Of many colours, grateful for the care Bestowed upon it, of delight gave its full share. XLVI. The meadows, bright with buttercups and hues Of ev'ry shade, before the pleasèd eye