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DR. OLIVER GOLDSMITH.
PRINCIPAL WRITINGS:-The Traveller ; The Deserted Village;
Edwin and Angelina; She Stoops to Conquer; The Vicar of
WEET Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheer'd the labouring
swain, Where smiling Spring its earliest visit paid, And parting Summer's lingering blooms delay'd ; Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loiter'd o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endear'd each scene! How often have I paused on every charm, The shelter'd cot, the cultivated farm, The never-failing brook, the busy mill, The decent church that topp'd the neighb'ring
* AUBURN.- Goldsmith describes Lissoy, in Ireland, under this name,
7“ The Deserted Village” (perhaps one of the most favourite poems in the English language) describes the happy condition of a country village in the olden time, and laments the changes which have since taken place.
The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the
shade, For talking age and whispering lovers made! How often have I bless'd 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 ! While many a pastimè circled in the shade, The young contending as the old survey'd; And many a gambol frolick'd o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went
round; And still, as each repeated pleasure tired, Succeeding sports the mirthful band inspired. The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out to tire each other down; The swain, mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter titter'd round the place ; The bashful virgin's side-long 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 e'en toil to please : These round thy bowers their cheerful influence
shed, These were thy charms—but all these charms are fled.
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The Village Preacher
(From “ The Deserted Village.")
PEAR yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden fluwer 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 ; Unskilful he to fawn, or seek for power, By doctrines fashion'd to the varying hour ; Far other aims his heart had learnt to prize, More bent to raise the wretched than to rise. His house was known to all the vagrant train, He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain ; The long-remember'd beggar was his guest, Whose beard descending swept his aged breast; The ruin'd spendthrift, now no longer proud, Claim'd kindred there, and had his claims allow'd ; The broken soldier, kindly bade to stay, Sat by his fire, and talk'd the night away ; Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and showed how fields were
Pleased with nis guests, the good man learn’d to
Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride,
the Village Schoolmaster .
(From “ The Deserted Village.")
ESIDE yon straggling fence, that skirts the way With blossom'd 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 ; Full well they laughed, with counterfeited glee, At all his jokes—for many a joke had he;
Full well the busy whisper, circling round,
Y soul, turn from them ; turn we to survey, Where rougher climes a nobler race display. Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansion tread, And force a churlish soil for scanty bread: No product here the barren hills afford, But man and steel, the soldier and his sword. No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array, But winter, lingering, chills the lap of May;