DEVONSHIRE ROADS
THE indignant Bard compos' d this furious ode,
As tired he dragg'd his way thro' Plimtree road !
Crusted with filth and stuck in mire
Dull sounds the Bard's bemudded lyre ;
Nathless Revenge and Ire the Poet goad
To pour his imprecations on the road.
Curst road ! whose execrable way
Was darkly shadow' d out in Milton's lay,
When the sad fiends thro' Hell's sulphureous roads
Took the first survey of their new abodes ;
Or when the fall'n Archangel fierce
Dared through the realms of Night to pierce,
What time the Bloodhound lured by Human scent
Thro' all Confusion's quagmires floundering went.
Nor cheering pipe, nor Bird's shrill note
Around thy dreary paths shall float ;
Their boding songs shall scritch-owls pour
To fright the guilty shepherds sore,
Led by the wandering fires astray
Thro' the dank horrors of thy way !
While they their mud-lost sandals hunt
May all the curses, which they grunt
In raging moan like goaded hog,
Alight, upon thee, damned Bog !
1790.
S.T.Coleridge
Source: https://archive.org/details/poemscolmet00coleuoft/page/14/mode/1up
Benjamin Haughton (1865–1924)
'Man Crossing a Field at Dusk'
Oil on canvas
Flat muddy field or meadow, some puddles or flecks with watery mud, wet wintery season under a grey sky. A man with black umbrella as a small human shape, indistinct and blurred: the person is apparently walking from or towards a farm, several dark houses in the shadow of tall trees, one a dark blackgreen pine or fir, the other trees without leaves. Inspite of the diffuse light and fuzzy contours, it is clearly seen that the wanderer does not walk in the dirt track through the field, but next to it to avoid the morass.
Source:
https://artuk.org/discover/artworks/man-crossing-a-field-at-dusk-24610
Romantic Landscapes (33)
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Sometimes, ugliness attracts the romantic mind. Here, it is also a solitary wanderer in a desolate landscape, S.T. Coleridge on a ramble in his home county.