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... eyes , And trace them through the prospect as it lies : Here for a while my proper cares resign'd , Here let me sit in sorrow for mankind ; Like yon neglected shrub at random cast , That shades the steep , and sighs at every blast . Far ...
... eyes , And trace them through the prospect as it lies : Here for a while my proper cares resign'd , Here let me sit in sorrow for mankind ; Like yon neglected shrub at random cast , That shades the steep , and sighs at every blast . Far ...
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... eyes over his desk , and occasionally shook his finger at the unwilling pupil , in order to make him retain his position ; while on the page before him was written that couplet , with the ink of the second line still wet , from the ...
... eyes over his desk , and occasionally shook his finger at the unwilling pupil , in order to make him retain his position ; while on the page before him was written that couplet , with the ink of the second line still wet , from the ...
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... eye , I see the lords of human kind pass by ; ' Intent on high designs , a thoughtful band , By forms unfashion'd , fresh from Nature's hand , Fierce in their native hardiness of soul , ' True to imagin'd right , above control , While ...
... eye , I see the lords of human kind pass by ; ' Intent on high designs , a thoughtful band , By forms unfashion'd , fresh from Nature's hand , Fierce in their native hardiness of soul , ' True to imagin'd right , above control , While ...
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... eyes to Holland , Genoa , or Venice , where the laws govern the poor , and the rich govern the law . " - The Vicar of Wakefield , chap . xix . 3 In this and in subsequent couplets may be traced the germ of " The Deserted Village ...
... eyes to Holland , Genoa , or Venice , where the laws govern the poor , and the rich govern the law . " - The Vicar of Wakefield , chap . xix . 3 In this and in subsequent couplets may be traced the germ of " The Deserted Village ...
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... eye , Low lies that house where nut - brown draughts inspir'd , Where grey - beard mirth , and smiling toil retir'd , Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound , And news much older than their ale went round . Imagination ...
... eye , Low lies that house where nut - brown draughts inspir'd , Where grey - beard mirth , and smiling toil retir'd , Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound , And news much older than their ale went round . Imagination ...
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Page 46 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossom'd furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Page 45 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Page 42 - Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose. I still had hopes, for pride attends us still, Amidst the swains to show my...
Page 43 - But now the sounds of population fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread, For all the bloomy flush of life is fled...
Page 44 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place.
Page 43 - But on he moves to meet his latter end, Angels around befriending virtue's friend; Bends to the grave with unperceived decay, While resignation gently slopes the way; And, all his prospects brightening to the last, His Heaven commences ere the world be past!
Page 40 - While secret laughter tittered round the place; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove. These were thy charms, sweet village; sports like these, With sweet succession, taught even toil to please; These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed, These were thy charms - but all these charms are fled.
Page 50 - Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing square, The rattling chariots clash, the torches glare. Sure scenes like these no troubles e'er annoy ! Sure these denote one universal joy ! Are these thy serious thoughts ? — Ah, turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless shivering female lies.
Page 51 - Ah, no! To distant climes, a dreary scene, Where half the convex world intrudes between, Through torrid tracts with fainting steps they go, Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe.
Page 83 - Twas only that when he was off he was acting. With no reason on earth to go out of his way, He turn'd and he varied full ten times a day. Though secure of our hearts, yet confoundedly sick If they were not his own by finessing and trick : He cast off his friends, as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back.