Country life

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

— Country life

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

— Country life

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

— Country life

Somewhat back from the village street Never—forever!"

— Country life

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

— Country life

Nec sit terris ultima Thule.

— Country life

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

— Country life

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

— Country life

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.

— Country life

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

— Country life

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

— Country life

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

— Country life

There are Batavian graces in all he says.

— Country life

A land flowing with milk and honey.

— Country life

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

— Country life