Country life

“Far from the gay cities, and the ways of men.”

“To one who has been long in city pent,Full in the smile of the blue firmament.”

“And as I readRise odors of ploughed field or flowery mead.”

“Somewhat back from the village street Never—forever!"”

“Mine be a cot beside the hill; With many a fall, shall linger near.”

“Nec sit terris ultima Thule.”

“Nor rural sights alone, but rural soundsThe tone of languid Nature.”

“The town is man's world, but this (country life) is of God.”

“The country is no more left as it was originally created, than Belgrave Square remains its pristine swamp. The forest has been felled, the marsh drained, the enclosures planted, and the field ploughed. All these, begging Mr. Cowper’s pardon, are the works of man’s hands ; and so is the town—the one is not more artificial than the other.”

“Philosophers are moral, and poets are picturesque about the country.”

“The country is lyric,—the town dramatic. When mingled, they make the most perfect musical drama.”

“The East bow'd low before the blast,And plunged in thought again.”

“There are Batavian graces in all he says.”

“A land flowing with milk and honey.”

“I hate the countrie's dirt and manners, yetNo place each way is happy.”