Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain. The Deserted Village. Line 1.

The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, For talking age and whispering lovers made.

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The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love.
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Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey,
Where wealth accumulates, and men decay.
Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade,
A breath can make them as a breath has made ;1
But a bold peasantry, their country's pride,
When once destroy'd, can never be supplied.

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His best companions, innocence and health
And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.

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How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease!

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While resignation gently slopes away,-
And, all his prospects brightening to the last,
His heaven commences ere the world be past.

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1 C'est un verre qui luit,

Qu'un souffle peut détruire, et qu'un souffle a produit. De Caux (comparing the world to his hour-glass). Compare Pope, Sat. and Ep. of Horace, Book ii. Ep. 1. Line 299.

The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering

wind,

And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.
The Deserted Village. Line 121.

A man he was to all the country dear,
And passing rich with forty pounds a year.

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Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch and show'd how fields were

won.

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Careless their merits or their faults to scan,
His pity gave ere charity began.

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And e'en his failings lean'd to virtue's side.

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And, as a bird each fond endearment tries
To tempt its new-fledg'd offspring to the skies,
He tried each art, reprov'd each dull delay,
Allur'd to brighter worlds, and led the way.

Line 167. Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.

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And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's

smile.

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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. Line 189.

Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace
The day's disasters in his morning face;
Full well they laugh'd, with counterfeited glee,
At all his jokes, for many a joke had he;
Full well the busy whisper, circling round,
Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd:
Yet was he kind, or, if severe in aught,
The love he bore to learning was in fault.
The Deserted Village. Line 199.

In arguing, too, the parson own'd his skill,
For e'en though vanquish'd, he could argue still;
While words of learned length and thund'ring
sound

Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around;
And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew
That one small head could carry all he knew.

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The whitewash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor,
The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door,
The chest contriv'd a double debt to pay,
A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day.

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To me more dear, congenial to my heart,
One native charm, than all the gloss of art.
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And e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy,
The heart, distrusting, asks if this be joy.

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Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn. Line 329.

In all the silent manliness of grief.

The Deserted Village. Line 384. O Luxury! thou curst by Heaven's decree.

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Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so. Line 413.

Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth. Retaliation. Line 24.

Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind :

Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat,

To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a

vote.

Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on re

fining,

And thought of convincing, while they thought

of dining:

Though equal to all things, for all things unfit ; Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit.

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His conduct still right, with his argument wrong.

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A flattering painter, who made it his care
To draw men as they ought to be, not as they

are.

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An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man.

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As a wit, if not first, in the very first line. Retaliation. Line 96.

On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting ; 'T was only that when he was off he was acting.

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He cast off his friends, as a huntsman his pack, For he knew, when he pleased, he could whistle them back.

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Who pepper'd the highest, was surest to please.

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When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Correggios,

and stuff,

He shifted his trumpet, and only took snuff.

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Taught by that Power that pities me,

I learn to pity them. The Hermit. Stanza 6.

Man wants but little here below,

Nor wants that little long. Ibid. Stanza 8.

And what is friendship but a name,

A charm that lulls to sleep,

A shade that follows wealth or fame,
And leaves the wretch to weep?

Ibid. Stanza 19.

The sigh that rends thy constant heart

Shall break thy Edwin's too.

Ibid. Stanza ult.

1 See Young, Night Thoughts, iv. Line 118.