Ode
VI
.
Book
II
.
Imitated
.
BEVIL
,
that
with
your
friend
would
roam
,
Far
from
your
England's
happier
home
,
Should
e'er
the
Fates
that
friend
detain
In
gayer
France
,
or
graver
Spain
;
Know
,
all
my
wish
is
to
retreat
,
When
age
shall
quench
my
youthful
heat
,
In
Kentish
shades
sweet
peace
to
find
,
And
leave
the
sons
of
care
behind
,
But
should
this
pleasing
hope
be
vain
,
May
I
fair
Windsor's
seat
attain
,
Where
Leddon's
gentle
waters
glide
,
And
flocks
adorn
its
flowery
side
.
Sweet
groves
,
I
love
your
silent
shades
:
Your
russet
lawns
,
and
op'ning
glades
,
With
fam'd
Italia's
plains
may
vie
Your
fertile
fields
,
and
healthful
sky
.
Here
,
let
our
eve
of
life
be
spent
;
Here
,
friend
shall
live
with
friend
content
:
Here
,
in
cold
earth
my
limbs
be
laid
;
And
here
thy
generous
tear
be
paid
.