Chapter 545 of 1964 · 58 words · ~1 min read

XCVIII.

We learn from Horace, "Homer sometimes sleeps;"[217] We feel without him,--Wordsworth sometimes wakes,-- To show with what complacency he creeps, With his dear "_Waggoners_," around his lakes.[218] He wishes for "a boat" to sail the deeps-- Of Ocean?--No, of air; and then he makes Another outcry for "a little boat," And drivels seas to set it well afloat.[219]