The three tours of Doctor Syntax In search of 1. The picturesque, 2. Of consolation, 3. Of a wife. The text complete. [By William Combe] With four illustrations |
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 | The three tours of Doctor Syntax |  |
By these keen fancies render'd gay, Syntax proceeded on his way.
At length, a beauteous place of rest,
Lowood, receives the trav'ling guest.
And here he found a two-fold treat;— Hungry, he relish'd what he eat;
While Nature did his bosom cheer, As he glanc'd over Windermere.
The humbler views that deck the Lake,
The hills, the groves, the farms that break
In blended beauty on the sight,
He saw, but the bold mountain's height,
Which gave the wond'rous scenes sublime,
He sought not, for he had not time, And if he had, my simple rhyme
Would scarce have such a height assail'd,
Where far superior bards have fail'd.
Now Patrick, having fed his cattle,
Brush'd up his breakfast with a battle:
Not such as boxing heroes try To gain the well paid victory;
Or where resentment's rage fulfilling,
One blood gives t'other blood a milling:
But such as can be said or sung, By that same weapon call'd a tongue,
Which he display'd in warlike story,
That told of brave Old England's glory.
Thus he address'd the kitchen folk;
Thus, with extended arm, he spoke.
At length, a beauteous place of rest,
Lowood, receives the trav'ling guest.
And here he found a two-fold treat;— Hungry, he relish'd what he eat;
While Nature did his bosom cheer, As he glanc'd over Windermere.
The humbler views that deck the Lake,
The hills, the groves, the farms that break
In blended beauty on the sight,
He saw, but the bold mountain's height,
Which gave the wond'rous scenes sublime,
He sought not, for he had not time, And if he had, my simple rhyme
Would scarce have such a height assail'd,
Where far superior bards have fail'd.
Now Patrick, having fed his cattle,
Brush'd up his breakfast with a battle:
Not such as boxing heroes try To gain the well paid victory;
Or where resentment's rage fulfilling,
One blood gives t'other blood a milling:
But such as can be said or sung, By that same weapon call'd a tongue,
Which he display'd in warlike story,
That told of brave Old England's glory.
Thus he address'd the kitchen folk;
Thus, with extended arm, he spoke.
| The three tours of Doctor Syntax | |