Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,
Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.
Quotes from The Deserted Village — Oliver Goldsmith
1728–1774 Ireland
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The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love.
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To me more dear, congenial to my heart,
One native charm, than all the gloss of art.
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Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
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And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
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Even children follow'd with endearing wile,
And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile.
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And, e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy,
The heart, distrusting, asks if this be joy.
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The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose.
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And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew,
That one small head should carry all it knew.
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In arguing, too, the parson own'd his skill,
For even though vanquished he could argue still.
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While words of learned length and thundering sound
Amaz'd the gazing rustics rang'd around.
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To husband out life's taper at the close,
And keep the flames from wasting by repose.
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Round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,
Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
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The watchdog's voice that bayed the whispering wind,
And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.
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Even children followed with endearing wile,
And plucked his gown, to share the good man's smile.
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And, ev'n while fashion's brightest arts decoy,
The heart distrusting asks, if this be joy.
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He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt for all.
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The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade,
For talking age and whispering lovers made.
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Through torrid tracts with fainting steps they go,
Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe.
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Attribution
Quotes and notes from Wikiquote: Oliver Goldsmith (page history), available under CC BY-SA 4.0.