ILLUSTRATIONS

ENGRAVED BY EDMUND EVANS,
FROM DRAWINGS BY BIRKET FOSTER.

MILL AT LISSOY ([Frontispiece]).
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GOLDSMITH’S TOMB IN THE TEMPLE CHURCHYARD[xvii]
THE TRAVELLER.
Or where Campania’s plain forsaken lies[5]
Bless’d that abode, where want and pain repair[6]
Even now, where Alpine solitudes ascend[7]
Ye lakes, whose vessels catch the busy gale[8]
The shuddering tenant of the frigid zone[9]
Basks in the glare, or stems the tepid wave[10]
While oft some temple’s mouldering tops between[12]
In florid beauty groves and fields appear[13]
A mistress or a saint in every grove[14]
Where the bleak Swiss their stormy mansions tread[16]
With patient angle trolls the finny deep[17]
How often have I led thy sportive choir[18]
The willow-tufted bank, the gliding sail[21]
There gentle music melts on every spray[24]
Where wild Oswego spreads her swamps around[27]
THE DESERTED VILLAGE.
The never-failing brook, the busy mill[32]
The shelter’d cot, the cultivated farm[33]
And many a gambol frolick’d o’er the ground[34]
The hollow-sounding bittern guards its nest[35]
Where once the cottage stood, the hawthorn grew[37]
The swain responsive as the milk-maid sung[38]
And fill’d each pause the nightingale had made[39]
To pick her wintry faggot from the thorn[40]
The village preacher’s modest mansion rose[41]
Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride[42]
At church, with meek and unaffected grace[43]
Low lies that house, where nut-brown draughts inspir’d[45]
No more the farmer’s news, the barber’s tale[45]
Space for his lake, his park’s extended bounds[48]
Where the poor houseless, shivering female lies[50]
Her modest looks the cottage might adorn[51]
Where crouching tigers wait their hapless prey[52]
The cooling brook, the grassy-vested green[53]
And left a lover’s for a father’s arms[54]
Downward they move, a melancholy band[56]
THE HERMIT.
Then turn, to-night, and freely share whate’er my cell bestows[58]
The hermit trimm’d his little fire, and cheer’d his pensive guest[61]
And when, beside me in the dale; he caroll’d lays of love[64]
THE CAPTIVITY.
Ye hills of Lebanon, with cedars crown’d[69]
Fierce is the tempest rolling along the furrow’d main[74]
As panting flies the hunted hind, where brooks refreshing stray[80]
O Babylon! how art thou fall’n[83]
THE HAUNCH OF VENISON[90]
THE DOUBLE TRANSFORMATION[102]
AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG[109]
THRENODIA AUGUSTALIS[116]
ON A BEAUTIFUL YOUTH STRUCK BLIND BY LIGHTNING[125]
SONG—“THE THREE PIGEONS”[130]
BIRDS[142]
EPILOGUE WRITTEN FOR MR. CHARLES LEE LEWES[162]

The Ornamental Illustrations designed by H. Noel Humphreys