Book i

. The Sofa. Line 749._

Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness,[418-1] Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more.

_The Task. Book ii . The Timepiece. Line 1._

Mountains interposed Make enemies of nations who had else, Like kindred drops, been mingled into one.

_The Task.