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Friday, February 11, 2011

Oliver Goldsmith: The Deserted Village


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Abandoned street and home, Rowley, Alberta
: photo by Kappakapa, 2008





Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn,
Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn;
Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen,
And desolation saddens all thy green:
One only master grasps the whole domain,
And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain.
No more thy glassy brook reflects the day,
But, chok'd with sedges, works its weedy way;
Along thy glades, a solitary guest,
The hollow-sounding bittern guards its nest;
Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies,
And tires their echoes with unvaried cries;
Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all,
And the long grass o'ertops the mould'ring wall;
And trembling, shrinking from the spoiler's hand,
Far, far away, thy children leave the land.




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Disused grain elevators, Rowley, Alberta: photo by Kappakapa, 2008

Oliver Goldsmith: excerpt from The Deserted Village, 1770

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