SHEEP grazed the field; some with soft bosom pressed The herb as soft, while nibbling stray'd the rest; Nor noise was heard but of the hasty brook, Struggling, detain'd in many a petty nook. All seemed so peaceful, that, from them convey'd, COWPER. So ABEL, pondering on his state forlorn, Look'd round for comfort, and was chased by scorn. Or causeless walking in the wintry wind; CRABBE. |