The Deserted Village

by Oliver Goldsmith

Here, while the courtier glitters in brocade,

There the pale artist plies the sickly trade;

Here, while the proud their long-drawn pomp display,

There the black gibbet glooms beside the way;

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The dome where pleasure holds her midnight reign,

Here, richly deck'd, admits the gorgeous train;

Tumultuous grandeur crowds the blazing square,