...companions, innocence and health; And his best riches, ignorance of wealth. . . . de dum de dum . . . I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down Presumably, if every rood of ground maintained its man, might it not also maintain its woman? Whatever...

...grounds." For the narrator, such changes are almost unbearable: "Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew, / Remembrance wakes with all her busy train,.../ Swells at my breast, and turns the past to pain" (77-82). The last couplet reiterates the "Air" from the Captivity Oratorio.27 This is only one of numerous...