And Katerfelto, with his hair on end At his own wonders, wondering for his bread. 'T is pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, To peep at such a world,-to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd. William Cowper
Come out - pretty Rose-Bud, - my lone, timid one! Come forth from thy green leaves, and peep at the sun! For little he does, in these dull autumn hours, At height'ning of beauty, or laughing with flowers. Hannah Flagg Gould
Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, To peep at such a world to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd. William Cowper