The vicar of Wakefield, and other works, with notes and a life of O. Goldsmith by J.F. Waller

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198 ÆäÀÌÁö - The sober herd that lowed to meet their young ; The noisy geese that gabbled o'er the pool, The playful children just let loose from school, The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind. And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind, These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filled each pause the nightingale had made.
199 ÆäÀÌÁö - She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain. Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden-flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose.
4 ÆäÀÌÁö - I WAS ever of opinion that the honest man, who married and brought up a large family, did more service than he who continued single, and only talked of population.
196 ÆäÀÌÁö - A time there was, ere England's griefs began, When every rood of ground maintained its man ; For him light labour spread her wholesome store, Just gave what life required, but gave no more : His best companions, innocence and health, And his best riches ignorance of wealth. But times are altered ; trade's unfeeling train Usurp the land, and dispossess the swain : Along the lawn, where scattered hamlets rose, Unwieldy wealth and cumbrous pomp repose ; And every want to luxury allied, And every pang...
197 ÆäÀÌÁö - In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs - and God has given my share I still had hopes my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting by repose.
226 ÆäÀÌÁö - Stern o'er each bosom Reason holds her state, With daring aims irregularly great ; Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of human kind pass by ; Intent on high designs, a thoughtful band, By forms...
215 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ye fields, where summer spreads profusion round : Ye lakes, whose vessels catch the busy gale ; Ye bending swains that dress the flowery vale ; For me your tributary stores combine : Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine...
203 ÆäÀÌÁö - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault ; The village all declared how much he knew ; 'Twas certain he could write and cypher too ; Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage, And even the story ran — that he could gauge...
207 ÆäÀÌÁö - Where the dark scorpion gathers death around ; Where at each step the stranger fears to wake The rattling terrors of the vengeful snake ; Where crouching tigers wait their hapless prey, And savage men more murderous still than they ; While oft in whirls the mad tornado flies, Mingling the ravaged landscape with the skies.
224 ÆäÀÌÁö - To men of other minds my fancy flies, Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies. Methinks her patient sons before me stand, Where the broad ocean leans against the land, And, sedulous to stop the coming tide, Lift the tall rampire's artificial pride. Onward, methinks, and diligently slow, The firm connected bulwark seems to grow; Spreads its long arms amidst the watery roar, Scoops out an empire, and usurps the shore...

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