When ruffling winds have some bright fane o'erthrown, Which shone on painted clouds, or seem'd to shine, Shall the fond gazer dream for him alone

She stood by the lofty, narrow windows, to see what he had seen when standing before them,that town the ancient Desperiers laid out for his tenants in the ancient days,the church, the pond, the park,the garden, so vast, and so astonishing for beauty, the gazer scarce believed her eyes.

The humble toad that leaps her nightly round, The harmless tenant of the garden ground, Is loath'd, abhor'd, nay, all the reptile race Together join'd were never half so base; Yet snugly find her in some quarry pent, Through ages doom'd to one tremendous lent, Surviving still, as if "in Nature's spite," Without or nourishment, or air, or light, What raptures then th' astonish'd gazer seize!