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... past , to be certain of what I allege ; and that all my views and inquiries have led me to believe those miseries real , which I here attempt to display . not the place to enter into an inquiry , whether the country be depopulating , or ...
... past , to be certain of what I allege ; and that all my views and inquiries have led me to believe those miseries real , which I here attempt to display . not the place to enter into an inquiry , whether the country be depopulating , or ...
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... past to pain . In all my wanderings through this world of care , In all my griefs — and God has giv'n my share- I still had hopes , my latest hours to crown , Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at ...
... past to pain . In all my wanderings through this world of care , In all my griefs — and God has giv'n my share- I still had hopes , my latest hours to crown , Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at ...
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... past . Sweet was the sound , when oft , at evening's close , Up yonder hill the village murmur rose ; There , as I pass'd with careless steps and slow , The mingled notes came soften'd from below ; The swain responsive as the milk ...
... past . Sweet was the sound , when oft , at evening's close , Up yonder hill the village murmur rose ; There , as I pass'd with careless steps and slow , The mingled notes came soften'd from below ; The swain responsive as the milk ...
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... fools , who came to scoff , remain'd to pray . The service past , around the pious man , With steady zeal , each honest rustic ran : Even children follow'd , with endearing wile , And plucked D 2 THE DESERTED VILLAGE . 35.
... fools , who came to scoff , remain'd to pray . The service past , around the pious man , With steady zeal , each honest rustic ran : Even children follow'd , with endearing wile , And plucked D 2 THE DESERTED VILLAGE . 35.
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... past is all his fame . The very spot Where many a time he triumph'd , is forgot . Near yonder thorn , that lifts its head on high , Where once the sign - post caught the passing eye , Low lies that house where nut - brown draughts ...
... past is all his fame . The very spot Where many a time he triumph'd , is forgot . Near yonder thorn , that lifts its head on high , Where once the sign - post caught the passing eye , Low lies that house where nut - brown draughts ...
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Amidst ballad Bartholomew fair beauty black calf black sheep blessings blest bliss bound in cloth bowers breast CÆSAR CHARLES TILT charms climes coronation cried David Garrick dear e'en eating Edition eyes fame feast flies follow'd fond gentle gilt edges go to Bartholomew Grogan heart heart of oak Heaven honour humble humour JAMES BOSWELL keep a corner King of Morocco kings kiss hands land Lord loyal luxury mind mirth morocco elegant Napoleon never night o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH on't once pain pasty patriot pleas'd pleasure poem poet poor praise Price pride Printer rage raptures rise round savage nations Shakspeare shore sink skies smile sorrow soul spread STOOPS TO CONQUER stranger swain sweet SWEET Auburn taught tell thee thine thing thou toil turn turtle twas venison Vide village wealth weep Whitefoord wife wife's lamentation wretch
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Page 41 - Where the poor houseless shivering female lies. She once, perhaps, in village plenty blest, Has wept at tales of innocence distrest ; Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn ; Now lost to all : her friends, her virtue fled, Near her betrayer's door she lays her head...
Page 39 - Ye friends to truth, ye statesmen who survey The rich man's joys increase, the poor's decay, 'Tis yours to judge, how wide the limits stand Between a splendid and a happy land.
Page 44 - Even now, methinks, as pondering here I stand, I see the rural virtues leave the land. Down where yon anchoring vessel spreads the sail, That idly waiting flaps with every gale, Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore, and darken all the strand. Contented toil, and hospitable care, And kind connubial tenderness, are there ; And piety with wishes placed above, And steady loyalty, and faithful love.
Page 61 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
Page 10 - Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail, Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale ; Or press the bashful stranger to his food, And learn the luxury of doing good.
Page 41 - Altama murmurs to their woe. Far different there from all that charm'd before, The various terrors of that horrid shore; Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray, And fiercely shed intolerable day; Those matted woods where birds forget to sing.
Page 43 - To new-found worlds, and wept for others' woe; But for himself, in conscious virtue brave, He only wish'd for worlds beyond the grave. His lovely daughter, lovelier in her tears, The fond companion of his helpless years, Silent went next, neglectful of her charms, And left a lover's for a father's arms.
Page 109 - Good people all, with one accord, Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word — From those who spoke her praise. The needy seldom pass'd her door, And always found her kind ; She freely lent to all the poor — Who left a pledge behind.
Page 78 - No flocks that range the valley free, To slaughter I condemn ; Taught by that Power that pities me, I learn to pity them. " But from the mountain's grassy side A guiltless feast I bring, A scrip with herbs and fruits supplied, And water from the spring. "Then, pilgrim, turn, thy cares forego ; All earth-born cares are wrong : Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
Page 35 - But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all ; And, as a bird each fond endearment, tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.