The Deserted Village: A PoemW. Griffin, 1770 - 23 страница |
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... often have I loitered o'er thy green , Where humble happiness endeared each scene ; How often have I paused on every charm , The sheltered cot , the cultivated farm , B The The never failing brook , the busy mill , The THE ...
... often have I loitered o'er thy green , Where humble happiness endeared each scene ; How often have I paused on every charm , The sheltered cot , the cultivated farm , B The The never failing brook , the busy mill , The THE ...
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... with doubtful , penfive fteps I range , Trace every scene , and wonder at the change , Remembrance wakes with all her busy train , Swells at my breaft , and turns the past to pain . C In all my wanderings round this world of care ,
... with doubtful , penfive fteps I range , Trace every scene , and wonder at the change , Remembrance wakes with all her busy train , Swells at my breaft , and turns the past to pain . C In all my wanderings round this world of care ,
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... scenes like thefe no troubles ere annoy ! Sure thefe denote one univerfal joy ! Are these thy ferious thoughts - Ah , turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless fh : vering female lies . She once , perhaps , in village plenty bleft , Has ...
... scenes like thefe no troubles ere annoy ! Sure thefe denote one univerfal joy ! Are these thy ferious thoughts - Ah , turn thine eyes Where the poor houseless fh : vering female lies . She once , perhaps , in village plenty bleft , Has ...
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... their hapless prey , And favage men more murderous still than they ; While oft in whirls the mad tornado flies , 2 . Mingling the ravaged landschape with the skies . 19 Far different these from every former scene , The cooling.
... their hapless prey , And favage men more murderous still than they ; While oft in whirls the mad tornado flies , 2 . Mingling the ravaged landschape with the skies . 19 Far different these from every former scene , The cooling.
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A Poem Oliver Goldsmith. Far different these from every former scene , The cooling brook , the graffy vefted green , The breezy covert of the warbling grove , That only sheltered thefts of harmless love . Good Heaven ! what forrows gloom ...
A Poem Oliver Goldsmith. Far different these from every former scene , The cooling brook , the graffy vefted green , The breezy covert of the warbling grove , That only sheltered thefts of harmless love . Good Heaven ! what forrows gloom ...
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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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Страница 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...
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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...