Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.
III. Eydon HallGeorge James De Wilde
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And ending in a vista of blue hills,
Statue, or vase, or nook where grottoed rills,
Trickling from stone to stone, clear coolness shed;
Elsewhere a pleasaunce, with quaint patterns spread
Of rarest flowers; an orangery that fills
The air with that sweet odor which distils
From Lisbon or the Azores, seaward led.
There needs but laughter from the shrubberies coming,
Ladies, and rustling silks, a gorgeous show,
And mantled cavaliers chitarras strumming
Or whispering love in willing ears;—and lo!
A picture by Lancret or by Watteau,
Or tale recorded by Boccaccio.