...back. Yes! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, The simple pleasures of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm than all the gloss of art. GOLDS MIT a. I. Upon that night, when fairies light, On Caeftilis Downans^ danc$, Or owre the lays...

...own.] " Yei ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, The simple pleasures of the lowly train ; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm , than all the gloss of art." GOLDSMITH. UPON that night, when fairies light, On Cassilis Downans-f- dance, Or owre the lays, in...

...nevertheless, beguiled the hours and amused the minds of a Walton, a Paley, a Davy, a Wollaston. " Spontaneous joys, where Nature has its play, The soul adopts, and owns their first-born gway ; Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind, Unci i vied, unmolested, unconfined ! " But, besides...

...HALLOWEEN1 Yes/ let the rich deride, the proud disdain, The simple pleasures of the lowly train: To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art. The following poem will, by many readers, be well enough understood; but for the sake of those who...

...reflections: Yes ! let the rich deride, the proud disdain, These simple blessings of the lowly train; To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art ... The sentiment here is better than the expression. The Poet is probably right in his supposition,...

...cultural capital. To exemplify once more: Goldsmith's insistent dichotomy between rich and poor, between the "long pomp, the midnight masquerade / With all the freaks of wanton wealth arrayed" and the "simple blessings of the lowly train" (The Deserted Village, ll. 2.52.-60), proves...

...their " meadow-sweet breath," or whispering of the precious perfumes of their forest home ! u To me more dear, congenial to my heart. One native charm than all the gloss of art ; Spontaneons joys, where nature has its play, The sont adopts and owns their first-born sway ; Lightly...

...round; Nor the coy maid, half willing to be pressed, Shall kiss the cup to pass it to the rest. To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm,...first-born sway; Lightly they frolic o'er the vacant mind, Unenvied, unmolested, unconfined: But the long pomp, the midnight masquerade, With all the freaks of...