The Deserted Village: A PoemW. Griffin, 1770 - 23 Seiten |
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... , merely for the fake of novelty and va- riety , one would fometimes wish to be in the right . I am , Dear Sir , Your fincere friend , and ardent admirer , OLIVER GOLDSMITH . THE DESERTED VILLAGE . WEET AUBURN , lovelieft village of.
... , merely for the fake of novelty and va- riety , one would fometimes wish to be in the right . I am , Dear Sir , Your fincere friend , and ardent admirer , OLIVER GOLDSMITH . THE DESERTED VILLAGE . WEET AUBURN , lovelieft village of.
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A Poem Oliver Goldsmith. THE DESERTED VILLAGE . WEET AUBURN , lovelieft village of the plain , ST Where health and plenty cheared the labouring fwain , Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid , And parting fummer's lingering blooms ...
A Poem Oliver Goldsmith. THE DESERTED VILLAGE . WEET AUBURN , lovelieft village of the plain , ST Where health and plenty cheared the labouring fwain , Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid , And parting fummer's lingering blooms ...
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... AUBURN ! parent of the blissful hour , Thy glades forlorn confefs the tyrant's power . Here as I take my folitary rounds , Amidst thy tangling walks , and ruined grounds , And , many a year elapfed , return to view Where once the ...
... AUBURN ! parent of the blissful hour , Thy glades forlorn confefs the tyrant's power . Here as I take my folitary rounds , Amidst thy tangling walks , and ruined grounds , And , many a year elapfed , return to view Where once the ...
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... , She left her wheel and robes of country brown . Do thine , fweet AUBURN , thine , the lovelieft train , Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? THE DESERTED VILLAGE . Even now , perhaps , by 18 THE DESERTED VILLAGE .
... , She left her wheel and robes of country brown . Do thine , fweet AUBURN , thine , the lovelieft train , Do thy fair tribes participate her pain ? THE DESERTED VILLAGE . Even now , perhaps , by 18 THE DESERTED VILLAGE .
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againſt Amidſt thy aſk AUBURN Befide beſt bleft blifs breaſt brook buſy Careleſs chearful cheft cloſe Dear decay depopulation DESERTED VILLAGE diftant eaſe endeared fares the land faſhion fcene feats feek fhade fhore fickly fincere finks firſt fled fmile folitary fome forrow fplendours fports ftill ftood ftrength fupplied fweet gueſt harmleſs heart himſelf houſe huſband inſpired labour laſt lovelieft luxury manſion mirth muſt NOEL DOUGLAS noiſy o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH paft pain paſt pauſe peaſant penfive pleaſe pleaſure pomp pride proud raiſe repoſe reſt roſe round ruftic ſcene ſchool ſeen ſeveral ſhade ſhall ſhare ſhed ſheltered ſhore ſhout ſkies ſkill ſmiling ſplendour ſpoke ſports ſpread ſpring ſpurn ſtates ſteps ſtill had hopes ſtrength ſupplied ſwain ſway ſweet thefe Theſe were thy thine Thoſe Thou thy bowers thy charms Thy glades thy green toil train uſe vacant mind wealth wept whiſpering wiſh wretched yonder
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Seite 11 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Seite 12 - 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; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he...
Seite 2 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Seite 14 - Yes, let the rich deride, the proud disdain. These simple blessings of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art.
Seite 10 - 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.
Seite 7 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt...
Seite 14 - Thither no more the peasant shall repair To sweet oblivion of his daily care; No more the farmer's news, the barber's tale, No more the woodman's ballad, shall prevail; No more the smith his dusky brow shall clear, Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear...
Seite 5 - Lived in each look, and brightened all the green, These, far departing, seek a kinder shore, And rural mirth and manners are no more. Sweet Auburn ! parent of the blissful hour, Thy glades forlorn confess the tyrant's power.
Seite 11 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There in his noisy mansion, skilled 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...
Seite 18 - 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, And...