A gallery of famous English and American poets . unprofitably , in his noisy mansion, skilled to village master taught his little man severe he was, and stern to view ;I knew him well, and every truant knew:Well had the boding tremblers learned to traceThe days disasters in his morning face ;Full well they laughed, with counterfeited all his jokes,—for many a joke had he;Full well the busy whisper, circling round,Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned;Yet he was kind, or, if severe in love he bore to learnino; was in village all decla
A gallery of famous English and American poets . unprofitably , in his noisy mansion, skilled to village master taught his little man severe he was, and stern to view ;I knew him well, and every truant knew:Well had the boding tremblers learned to traceThe days disasters in his morning face ;Full well they laughed, with counterfeited all his jokes,—for many a joke had he;Full well the busy whisper, circling round,Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned;Yet he was kind, or, if severe in love he bore to learnino; was in village all declared how much he knew;Twas certain he could write, and cipher too;Lands he could measure, terms and tides presage,And even the story ran that he could gauge;In arguing, too, the parson owned his skill,For even though vanquished he could argue still;While words of learned length and thundering soundAmazed the o-azina: rustics ranged around;And still they gazed, and still the wonder one small head could carrv all he knew. 72 But past is all his fame. The very spot,Where many a time he triumphed, 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 inspired,Where gray-beard mirth and smiling toil retired,Where village statesmen talked with looks news much older tlian their ale went fondly stoops to traceThe parlor splendors of that festive place: THE DESERTED VILLAGE. 73 The whitewashed Wcall, the nicely-sanded floor,The varnished clock that clicked behind the door;The chest, contrived a double debt to pay,—A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day;The pictures placed for ornament and use,The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose;The hearth, except when winter chilled the aspen boughs and flowers and fennel gay;While broken teacups, wisely kept for show,Ranged oer the chimney, glistened in a row. Vain, transitory spl
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