From “The Traveller”
REMOTE, unfriended, melancholy, slow,
Or by the lazy Scheldt, or wandering Po,
Or onward, where the rude Carinthian boor
Against the houseless stranger shuts the door,
Or where Campania’s plain forsaken lies,
A weary waste...
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From “The Traveller” |
From “The Vicar of Wakefield” “For here forlorn and lost I tread, |
From “The Traveller” |
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, |
From “The Traveller” |
Good people all, of every sort, In Islington there was a man |
Good people all, with one accord, The needy seldom passed her door, |