A GARDEN-SEAT AT HOME. William Lisle Bowles Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. Bowles, William Lisle, 1762-1850. The Poetical Works of William Lisle Bowles, Vol. I. With Memoir, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes by George Gilfillan. Edinburgh James Nichol, 9 North Bank Street... 1855 p. 94.

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A GARDEN-SEAT AT HOME . Oh , no ; I would not leave thee , my sweet home , Decked with the mantling woodbine and the rose , And slender woods that the still scene inclose , For yon magnificent and ample dome Wardour Castle . That glitters in my sight ! yet I can praise Thee , Arundel , who , shunning the thronged ways Of glittering vice , silently dost dispense The blessings of retired munificence . Me , a sequestered cottage , on the verge Of thy outstretched domain , delights ; and here I wind my walks , and sometimes drop a tear O'er Harriet's urn , scarce wishing to emerge Into the troubled ocean of that life , Where all is turbulence , and toil , and strife . Calm roll the seasons o'er my shaded niche ; I dip the brush , or touch the tuneful string , Or hear at eve the unscared blackbirds sing ; Enough if , from their loftier sphere , the rich Deign my abode to visit , and the poor Depart not , cold and hungry , from my door . Donhead , Oct. 12 , 1798.