The Deserted Village, a Poem
W. Griffin, 1770 - 22 pagine
Presents a poem by Oliver Goldsmith published in 1770. Considered one of his major poems, it condemns rural depopulation and the pursuit of wealth.
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adorned Amidst thy Auburn band beneath Beside blest bliss bowers brook busy Careless charms close Dear decay DESERTED VILLAGE door EDITION endeared eyes face fail fame famine fares Farewell feats fields fled flies fond gain garden gave GOLDSMITH grave green guest half head heart Heaven hour knew labour land learned leave looks loveliest luxury never o'er once pain passing past plain pleased pleasure pomp poor prevail pride proud Ranged Returned rich rose round ruin scene seek seen severe shed shew sinks smiling solitary sorrow Space splendours spread spurn stand steps strength supplied swain sweet Swells talked tempt thee thine thorn Thou tide tire toil trace train tried truth turn virtue voice waits walks wealth weep wept whispering wish wretched yonder youth
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...