Oliver Goldsmith

Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound.
And news much older than their ale went round.

Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound.
And news much older than their ale went round.

His house was known to all the vagrant train,
He chid their wanderings but reliev'd their pain;
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His house was known to all the vagrant train,
He chid their wanderings but reliev'd their pain;
The long remembered beggar was his guest,
Whose beard descending swept his aged breast.

Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.

Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.

This same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an arrant
jade on a journey.

This same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an arrant
jade on a journey.

The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from every eye,
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The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from every eye,
To give repentance to her lover,
And wring his bosom, is--to die.