12. A house, whence, as by stealth, you catch Among the hills a glimpse of busy life, That sooths, not stirs. ROGERS. 13. In stately dwelling built of squared _bricke_. SPENSER. 14. A _city_, that great sea whose ebb and flow At once is deaf and loud. In its depth what treasure--you will see. SHELLEY. 15. In a fair and _stately mansion_, with old woods Girdled around. HOWITT. 16. A _low, Sweet Home_, A Pastoral Dwelling With Its Ivied Porch, And Lattice, Gleaming Through the Leaves. HEMANS. 17. You shall dwell in some bright little isle of your own, In a blue summer ocean far off and alone, Where a leaf never dies in the still blooming bowers, And the bee banquets on through a whole year of flowers. MOORE. 18. You scarce upon the borders enter, Before you're at the very centre. Though small your farm, it has a house Full large to entertain a mouse; But if it's enter'd by a rat, There is no room to bring a cat. Round your garden is a walk No longer than a tailor's chalk; One salad makes a shift to squeeze Up through a tuft you call your trees, And, once a year, a single rose Peeps from the bud, but never blows. In vain then you'll expect its bloom, It cannot blow for want of room. In short, in all your boasted seat There's nothing but _yourself_ that's great. SWIFT. 19. Your _island_ lies nine leagues away; Along its solitary shore Of craggy rock, and sandy bay, No sound but ocean's roar, Save where the bold, wild sea-bird makes her home, Her shrill cry coming through the sparkling foam. R. H. DANA. 20. Sweet sights, sweet sounds, all sights all sounds excelling; Oh, 'tis a ravishing spot, form'd for a Poet's dwelling! DRAKE. 21. _A city_ Where trade and joy in every _busy street_ Mingling are heard, and in whose _crowded ports_ The rising masts an endless prospect yield. THOMSON. 22. A _valley_, from the river shore withdrawn, Shall be your home--two quiet woods between, Whose lofty verdure overlooks the lawn; And waters, to their resting-place serene, Come freshening and reflecting all the scene. CAMPBELL. 23. Please step in And visit roun' an' roun'; There's naught superfluous to gie pain Or costly to be foun', Yet a' is clean. ALLAN RAMSAY--_Gentle Shepherd_.