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HOW oft has sounded whip and wheel	A
How oft is buckled spur to heel	A
How many a steed in short relay	B
Stands harnessed on the king's highway	B
How many a pleasure freighted sail	C
Has danced before a summer gale	C
How oft along the dusty road	D
The long machine has borne its load	D
How many a step and all to find	E
What has no place but in the mind	E
Unbound to ocean earth or air	F
And he who does not find it there	F
For what he seeks would vainly look	G
Though steersman made to Captain Cook	G
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Panting for pleasure never yet possessed	H
Since restless man first sought an earthly rest	H
Felix projected many a fair essay	B
To make life fritter pleasantly away	B
And 'twas his firm intent to range and roam	I
For what if found at all is found at home	I
But still restrained beneath a tutor's care	F
No wonder that he could not find it there	F
And then his father's ways and mother's whim	J
Were most intolerable bores to him	J
But these are grievances which soon give way	B
Fathers and mothers die and so did they	B
Now with an income of sufficient size	K
To gratify his wishes as they rise	K
He wants for nothing that can bliss confer	L
Freedom nor gold ' Well are you happy sir '	-
Hear him with peevish restlessness reply	M
' Not yet sir but I shall be by and by	M
I can't endure this old paternal spot	N
Nor ever could in fact I tell you what	O
I mean to sell the place and build a cot '	-
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How happy they whom poverty denies	K
To execute the projects they devise	K
But Felix well supplied with evil's root	P
Endured the penance while he plucked the fruit	P
He sold his house relenting all the while	Q
And built his cottage quite in cottage style	Q
Each rural ornament was quick bespoke	G
And down they came all fresh from London smoke	G
The tasty trellis o'er the front is seen	R
With rose and woodbine woven in between	R
Within the well paid artist lays it out	S
To look ten times more rural than without	S
The silver paper or the stuccoed wall	T
Are here discarded 'tis enchantment all	T
Arcadian landscapes 'neath Italian skies	K
Profusely glow and 'Alps o'er Alps arise '	-
In bright relief Corinthian columns stare	F
Intwined with leaves that grow by magic there	F
And there you sit all safe and snug at home	I
And gaze at Spain and Turkey Greece and Rome	I
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Ah there he sits poor Felix sits and yawns	U
In spite of paper trees and painted lawns	U
It did at first when all was fresh and new	V
While people wondered for a day or two	V
But always always that eternal view	V
Yes there they are behold it when he will	W
The dancing shepherds always standing still	W
The mountains glowing just the same as ever	L
And there the rising sun that rises never	L
Oh he would give the gaudy trappings all	T
For a brown wainscot or a whited wall	T
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Felix at length while groaning with ennui	X
All in a breath bethought him of the sea	X
Ah that was it choked up with hills and trees	Y
Who could exist he panted for a breeze	Y
So off he sped forthwith and travelling post	Z
Like a king's messenger he seeks the coast	Z
From yon steep hill descries with ardent glee	X
The first blue strip of horizontal sea	X
Again 'tis lost for many a weary mile	Q
He thirsting to behold it all the while	Q
At length bare hills bespeak his near advance	A2
Now straight before him rolls the wide expanse	A2
The road with sudden turn and steep descent	B2
Reveals it to him to his heart's content	B2
But so abrupt and near it seems as though	C2
Himself and chaise and all to sea must go	C2
And now the crowded lodgings searching through	V
For one to suit him with a fine sea view	V
He's forced at last though not for want of cash	D2
To take a shabby room and single sash	D2
Where 'twixt two sloping roofs there just may be	X
A slice triangular of rolling sea	X
A narrow stint and there he sits alone	E2
Refreshed with zephyrs from the torrid zone	E2
And watching all the morning scarce can fail	C
To spy a passing oar or distant sail	C
'How pleasant ' then in languid tone he'll cry	M
'To sit and see the boats and ships go by '	-
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Now 'tis high water and with hundreds more	F2
He goes to catch a breeze along the shore	F2
Or pace the crowded terrace where one sees	Y
Fashion and folly beauty and disease	Y
The waning belle come down to sport her face	G2
And try her fortune at a watering place	G2
The alderman wheeled out in gouty chair	F
The love sick girl sent down for change of air	F
The sickly child to bathe his crippled knee	X
The hopeless hectic come to try the sea	X
The queer faced artist standing like a post	Z
To watch the effect of sun set on the coast	Z
Then one perchance who differs from the rest	H
As much as Oh too much to be expressed	H
He nature's genuine lover casts his eye	M
Lit up with intellect on sea and sky	M
Drinks in the scene and feels his bosom swell	H2
With what he could not what he would not tell	H2
They would have stared and sneered or thought him mad	I2
Or wondered at his oddness if he had	I2
He goes unnoticed by the motley race	G2
But not so they he has an eye to trace	G2
The lines of character in every face	G2
His not the broad unmeaning vacant stare	F
He does but turn to study nature there	F
The eye of suffering ventures not to meet	J2
Detects the latent smirk of self conceit	J2
The even arch with hopeless dulness fraught	K2
The wandering eye bespeaking distant thought	K2
The languid smile that strives to smooth in vain	L2
Features contracted by incessant pain	L2
Nor his the cold severe sarcastic quest	H
A pure philanthropy has warmed his breast	H
And many a generous sigh from thence will steal	A
For woes and vices that he cannot heal	A
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Meantime the vacant tribes that pass him by	M
Possessed like him of ear and heart and eye	M
At least if some might question it I know	C2
Any anatomist would tell you so	C2
See not nor feel nor hear a word of this	M2
But find in common objects common bliss	M2
To them the sea is water and the sky	M
Is full of stars they think and blue and high	M
'Delightful charming pleasant ' they agree	X
All that of course one must admire the sea	X
And then they gape and turn or stop to chat	N2
With Mrs This and then with Mr That	N2
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And such was Felix and he wondered still	W
Since he was neither ugly old nor ill	W
Why town nor country villa land nor sea	X
Made him as happy as he wished to be	X
Instead of wondering had he been inclined	E
To sit and speculate about his mind	E
Observe its inward work and native bent	B2
And trace the hidden springs of discontent	B2
Mark its high destiny and learn from thence	O2
Not to insult it with the joys of sense	O2
Then were he nearer to the envied goal	P2
Than e'er before with body versus soul	P2
The very mental effort were a feast	Q2
Itself akin to happiness at least	Q2
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But this he knew not and with fruitless aim	R2
Soon posted back no wiser than he came	R2
The lessons taught at Disappointment's knee	X
Some dunces cannot learn no more could he	X
Where next he sped to find the mystic spell	H2
And how he failed the time would fail to tell	H2
So close his story with a little fable	S2
Hoping the muse will drop it on his table	S2

Jane Taylor

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