E'en now, perhaps, as there some pilgrim strays Through tangled forests, and through dang'rous ways; And the brown Indian marks with murd'rous aim; The pensive exile, bending with his woe, Our own felicity we make or find: With secret course, which no loud storms annoy, Glides the smooth current of domestic joy. THE TRAVELLER . Een now, perhaps, as there some pilgrim strays The lifted axe, the agonizing wheel, Luke's iron crown, and Damien's bed of steel, In the Respublica Hungarica, there is an account of a desperate rebellion in the year 1514, headed by two brothers, George and Luke Zeck. When it was quelled, George, not Luke, was punished by his head being encircled with a red-hot iron crown. Boswell pointed out Goldsmiths mis take. |