Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 104 December 1901 to May 1902 . Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear Vol. CIV.—No. 624 —108 THE DESERTED VILLAGE But passed is all his fame: the very spot,Where many a time he triumphd, - is yonder thorn, that lifts its head on high,Where once the sign-post caught the passing eye,Low lies that house where nut-brown draughts gray-beard mirth and smiling toil retird,Where village statesmen talkd with looks profound,And news much older than their ale went fondly stoops to traceThe parlor splendors of that
Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 104 December 1901 to May 1902 . Relax his ponderous strength, and lean to hear Vol. CIV.—No. 624 —108 THE DESERTED VILLAGE But passed is all his fame: the very spot,Where many a time he triumphd, - is yonder thorn, that lifts its head on high,Where once the sign-post caught the passing eye,Low lies that house where nut-brown draughts gray-beard mirth and smiling toil retird,Where village statesmen talkd with looks profound,And news much older than their ale went fondly stoops to traceThe parlor splendors of that festive place;The whitewashed wall, the nicely sanded floor,The varnishd clock that clickd behind the door— The parlor splendors of that festive place. The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day— The pictures placd for ornament and use, The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose— The hearth, except when winter chilld the day, With aspen boughs, and flowers, and fennel gay— While broken tea-cups, wisely kept for show, Rangd oer the chimney, glistend in a row. Vain, transitory splendors! could not allReprieve the tottering mansion from its fall?Obscure it sinks; nor shall it more impart The host himself no longer shall be found
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