



60 BONDS OF LOVE. 
It is a very pleasing ornament to the humble 
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 woodbine 
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 admiration ! 
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 wreaths 
from branch to branch; and where the ivy gives 
verdure to the bare trunk, there should the 
weodbine display its blossoms and shed its 
odours.” 























