...Far, far away thy children leave the land. . * * * # * * The sounds of population fail, No chearful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the grass-grown foot-way tread. But all the bloomy flush of life is fled. All but yon widow'd solitary thing, That feebly bends besides...

...the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; These all in soft confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made. But now the sounds...gale: . No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread, But all the bloomy flush of life is fled, All but yon widowed, solitary thing, That feebly bends beside...

...the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made. But now the sounds...gale, No busy steps the. grass-grown footway tread, But all the blooming flush of life is fled. All but yon widow'd, solitary thing, That feebly bends...

...the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made. But now the sounds...gale, No busy steps the grass-grown foot-way tread, But all the blooming flush of life is fled:.... All but yon widow 'd, solitary thing, That feebly bends...

...loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all, in sweet confusion, sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made. But now the sounds...all the bloomy flush of life is fled. All but yon widow'd, solitary thing, That feebly bends beside the plashy spring ; She, wretched matron, forced,...

...the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And filPd each pause the nightingale had made. But now the sounds...gale, No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread, But all the blooming flush of life is fled ; All but yon widow'd, solitary thing, That feebly bends...

...the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in soft confusion sought the shade, And lill'd each pause the nightingale had made. But now the sounds...gale : No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread, But all the bloomy flush of life is fled, All but yon widow'd, solitary thing, That feebly bends beside...

...the loud laugb that spoke the vacant mind ; These all in sweet confusion sought the shade, And lillM each pause the nightingale had made. But now the sounds...fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the grass-grown loot-way tread, But all the blooming flush of life is fled, All but yon widow'd, solitary thing, That...

...withdrawn i Amidst thy bowers the Tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all the green. And now the sounds of population fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy step? the grasi-grown foot-way tread, But all the bloomy flush of life is fled." GOLDSMITH'S Deserted...

...the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind; These all in soft confusion sought the shade, And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made. But now the sounds...gale, No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread. But all the bloomy flush of life is fled. All but yon widow'd, solitary thing, That feebly bends beside...