"What a perfect life you seem to live here! I have always felt rather contemptuously towards the poets before, with their wishes, 'Mine be a cot beside a hill,' and that sort of thing; but now I am afraid that the truth is, I have been nothing better than a Cockney. Just now I feel as if twenty years' hard study of law would be amply rewarded by one year of such an exquisite serene life as this--such skies!" looking up--"such crimson and amber foliage, so perfectly motionless as that!" pointing to some of the great forest trees which shut in the garden as if it were a nest.

'What a perfect life you seem to live here! I have always felt rather contemptuously towards the poets, with their "Mine be a cot beside a hill," and that sort of thing: but just now I feel as if twenty years' hard study of law would be amply rewarded by one year of such an exquisite serene life as this. Such skies!' - looking up - 'such crimson and amber foliage, so perfectly motionless!' He pointed to some of the great forest trees which shut in the garden like a nest.
