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BONDS OF LOVE. 
It is a very pleasing ornament to the hum¬ 
ble residence of the peasant, 
Who rears his cot 
Deep in the rural shade, and wreaths around 
His lattice the rath woodbine! carrington. 
The same poet again introduces the wood¬ 
bine in describing the fair landscapes of 
England: — 
Fair is thy level landscape, England, fair 
As ever nature form’d! Away it sweeps, 
A wide, a'smiling prospect, gay with flowers, 
And waving grass, and trees of amplest growth, 
And sparkling rills, and rivers winding slow 
Through all the smooth immense. Upon the eye 
Arise the village and the village spire, 
The clustering hamlet, and the peaceful cot. 
Clasp’d by the woodbine. 
Love sometimes delights to unite a timid 
maid to the haughty and lofty warrior. 
Unfortunate Desdemona ! It was courage 
and strength which inspired thee with admi¬ 
ration ! It was the consciousness of thy own 
weakness which attached thy affections to the 
formidable Othello! But jealousy led him, 
who should have been thy protector, to slay 
thee. Phillips, speaking of the disposition 
of this plant, says, “ In the wilderness walks 
it should have liberty to climb the trees and 
hang its wreathes from branch to branch; 
and where the ivy gives verdure to the bare 
trunk, there should the woodbine display its 
blossoms and shed its odours.” 
