...prison. Bear me, some God ! oh ! quickly bear me hence To wholesome solitude, the nurse of sense ; 185 Where Contemplation prunes her ruffled wings, And the free soul looks down to pity kings ! There sober thought pursu'd th' amusing theme, Till fancy color'd it, and form'da dream. A vision...

...jail. Bcnr me, some god ! Oh, quickly hear me hence To wholesome solitude, the nurse of sense, 185 Where contemplation prunes her ruffled wings, And the free soul looks down to pity kings ! There soher thought pursued th' amusing theme, Till fancy colour'd it, and form'da dream. A vision...

...from a jail. Bear me, some god ! Oh quickly hear me hence To wholesome solitnde, the nurse of sense, Where contemplation prunes her ruffled wings, And the free soul looks down to pity kings ! There soher thought pursued the' amusing theme, Till fancy colour"d it, and fonn'da dream. A vision...

...from prison. Bear me, »ome god ! oh quickly bear me hence To wholesome Solitude, the nurse of Sense ; Where Contemplation prunes her ruffled wings, And the free soul looks down to pity kings 1 There sober thought pursued th' amusing theme, Till Fancy colour'd it, and form'da dream. A vision...

....1 " Bear me, some Gods! oh, quickly bear mg " hence " To wholesome Solitude, the nurse of Sense; " Where Contemplation prunes her ruffled " wings, "...to pity Kings. " Mr. Pope has not only improved the har" mony, but the sense. In Milton, Contem" plation is called the Nurse ; in Pope, more " properly...

...jail. Bear me, some God ! oh quickly bear me hence To wholesome solitude, the nurse of sense : 1 85 Where contemplation prunes her ruffled wings, And the free soul looks down to pity kings ! There sober thought pursu'd th' amusing theme, Till fancy colour'd it, and form'da dream. A vision...

...pitiietic, though mixed witl) the strongest traits of the satiric. With what vigour and vehemence has he Where Contemplation prunes her ruffled wings, And the free soul looks down to pity Kings ! There sober thought pursu'd th' amusing theme, Till Fancy colour d it, and form'da Dream. A Vision...

...wrought. It Bear me, some God ! oh quickly bear me hence To wholesome solitude, the nurse of sense ; 185 Where contemplation prunes her ruffled wings, And the free soul looks down to pity kings ! There sober thought pursued the amusing theme, Till fancy colour'd it, and form'da dream. A vision...

...wrought. Bear me, some God ! oh quickly bear me hence To wholesome solitude, the nurse of sense ; 185 Where contemplation prunes her ruffled wings, And the free soul looks down to pity kings ! There sober thought pursued the amusing theme, Till fancy colour'd it, and form'da dream. A vision...

...this thought ; Bear me some God ! oh quickly bear me hence To wholesome Solitude, the nurse of sense: Where Contemplation prunes her ruffled wings, And the free soul looks down to pily kings. Warburton. 376. Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude,] At first he had written the verse...