Oh for a lodge in some vast wilderness,1 Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more.
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The Task. Book ii. The Timepiece, Line 1.
Note 1. Oh that I had in the wilderness a lodging-place of wayfaring men!—Jeremiah ix. 2.
Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place!—Lord Byron: Childe Harold, canto iv, stanza 177. [back]
