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Irish poet, dramatist and novelist
(1728 - 1774)
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Even children follow'd with endearing wile,
  And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile.
      - The Deserted Village (l. 183) [Affection]

As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form,
  Swell from the vale, and midway leaves the storm,
    Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,
      Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
      - The Deserted Village (l. 189)

Round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,
  Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
      - The Deserted Village (l. 192) [Mountains]

Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace
  The day's disasters in his morning face.
      - The Deserted Village (l. 199) [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,
      Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd.
      - The Deserted Village (l. 201) [Teaching]

Yet, he was kind, or, if severe in aught,
  The love he bore to learning was in fault;
    The village all declar'd how much he knew,
      'Twas certain he could write and cipher too.
      - The Deserted Village (l. 205) [Learning]

In arguing, too, the parson own'd his skill,
  For even though vanquished he could argue still.
      - The Deserted Village (l. 211) [Argument]

While words of learned length and thundering sound
  Amaz'd the gazing rustics rang'd around.
      - The Deserted Village (l. 211) [Learning]

And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew,
  That one small head should carry all it knew.
      - The Deserted Village (l. 215),
        ed. 1822, printed for John Sharp, other eds. give "could" for "should", "brain" for "head"

Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound.
  And news much older than their ale went round.
      - The Deserted Village (l. 223) [News]

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.
      - The Deserted Village (l. 227) [Home]

The pictures placed for ornament and use,
  The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose.
      - The Deserted Village (l. 231) [Cards]

To me more dear, congenial to my heart,
  One native charm, than all the gloss of art.
      - The Deserted Village (l. 253)
        [Nature : Simplicity]

And, e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy,
  The heart, distrusting, asks if this be joy.
      - The Deserted Village (l. 263) [Joy]

The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love.
      - The Deserted Village (l. 29) [Love]

Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,
  Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.
      - The Deserted Village (l. 329)
        [Modesty : Primroses]

Far different there from all that charm'd before,
  The various terrors of that horrid shore;
    . . . .
      Those matted woods where birds forget to sing.
        But silent bats in drowsy clusters cling.
      - The Deserted Village (l. 345) [Bats]

In all the silent manliness of grief.
      - The Deserted Village (l. 384) [Grief]

O Luxury! thou curst by Heaven's decree.
      - The Deserted Village (l. 385) [Luxury]

Down where yon anch'ring vessel spreads the sail,
  That, idly waiting, flaps with every gale,
    Downward they move, a melancholy band,
      Pass from the shore and darken all the strand.
      - The Deserted Village (l. 399) [Emigration]

Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe,
  That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so.
      - The Deserted Village (l. 413) [Poverty]

Amid thy desert-walks the lapwing flies,
  And tires their echoes with unvaried cries.
      - The Deserted Village (l. 44) [Lapwings]

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--
        But a bold peasantry, their country's pride,
          When once destroy'd can never be supplied.
      - The Deserted Village (l. 51) [World]

And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
      - The Deserted Village (l. 61) [Ignorance]

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.
      - The Deserted Village (l. 81) [Hope]

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