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A HISTORY OF GARDENING IN ENGLAND.
captivity, his solace was writing verse, and he has left us this
most charming picture of the garden beneath his prison window:
“ Now was there made, fast by the Towris wall,
A garden fair ;—and in the corners set
An arbour green, with wandis long and small
Railed about, and so with trees set
Was all the place, and Hawthorne hedges knet,
That lyf was none walking there forbye
That might within scarce any wight espy.
“ So thick the boughes and the leaves green
Beshaded all the alleys that there were,
And mids of every arbour might be seen
The sharpe greene sweet Juniper
Growing so fair with branches here and there,
That as it seemed to a lyf without,
The boughes spread the arbour all about.
“ And on the smalle greene twistis sat
The little sweet nightingale, and sung
So loud and clear, the hymnis consecrat
Of loris use, now soft, now lowd, among,
That all the gardens and the wallis rung
Right of their song.”
A HISTORY OF GARDENING IN ENGLAND.
captivity, his solace was writing verse, and he has left us this
most charming picture of the garden beneath his prison window:
“ Now was there made, fast by the Towris wall,
A garden fair ;—and in the corners set
An arbour green, with wandis long and small
Railed about, and so with trees set
Was all the place, and Hawthorne hedges knet,
That lyf was none walking there forbye
That might within scarce any wight espy.
“ So thick the boughes and the leaves green
Beshaded all the alleys that there were,
And mids of every arbour might be seen
The sharpe greene sweet Juniper
Growing so fair with branches here and there,
That as it seemed to a lyf without,
The boughes spread the arbour all about.
“ And on the smalle greene twistis sat
The little sweet nightingale, and sung
So loud and clear, the hymnis consecrat
Of loris use, now soft, now lowd, among,
That all the gardens and the wallis rung
Right of their song.”