For e'en though vanquish'd he could argue still;
While words of learned length and thundering sound
Amaz'd the gazing rustics rang'd around;
And still they gaz'd, and still the wonder grew
That one small head could carry all he knew.
The Deserted Village. Line 209.
Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound,
And news much older than their ale went round.
The Deserted Village. Line 223.
The whitewash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor,