TO GEORGE CRUIKSHANK.
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N SEEING, IN THE COUNTRY, HIS PICTURE OF “THE BOTTLE.” Artist, whose hand, with horror winged, hath tornFrom the rank life of towns this leaf! and flungThe prodigy of full-blown crime amongValleys and men to middle fortune born,Not innocent, indeed, yet not forlorn,--Say, what shall calm us when such guests intrudeLike comets on the heavenly solitude?Shall breathless glades, cheered by shy Dian’s horn, Cold-bubbling springs, or caves? Not so! The soulBreasts her own griefs; and, urged too fiercely, says,“Why tremble? True, the nobleness of man
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