. The deserted village . le many a pastime circled in the shade,The young contended as the old surveyed;And many a gambol frolicked oer the ground,And sleights of art and feats of strength went roundAnd 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 tittered round the place:The bashful virgins side-long looks of love,The matrons glance that would those looks were thy charms, sweet village! sports li
. The deserted village . le many a pastime circled in the shade,The young contended as the old surveyed;And many a gambol frolicked oer the ground,And sleights of art and feats of strength went roundAnd 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 tittered round the place:The bashful virgins side-long looks of love,The matrons glance that would those looks were thy charms, sweet village! sports like these,With sweet succession, taught een toil to please;These round thy bowers their cheerful influence shed,These were thy charms—but all these charms are fled. Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn!Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawnAmidst thy bowers the tyrants hand is seen,And desolation saddens all thy green:One only master grasps the whole domain,And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain:. *J~be basbjcil virgins side-long looks of love,, The matrons ^la nee that would those looks reprove.
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