XLIX.

'And even where Nature loads the teeming plain 'With the full pomp of vegetable store, 'Her bounty, unimproved, is deadly bane: 'Dark woods and rankling wilds, from shore to shore, 'Stretch their enormous gloom; which, to explore, 'Even Fancy trembles, in her sprightliest mood; 'For there, each eyeball gleams with lust of gore, 'Nestles each murderous and each monstrous brood, 'Plague lurks in every shade, and streams from every flood.