Lyrics From a Library
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Each musty and bemildewed leaf Bespeaks long years of grime and grief; Long years, — ^for on the title-page A dim date tells the volume's age.
Ah, who was he, the bard that sung In that dead century's stately tongue In those evanished days of yore? — An empty name — I know no more!
Yet, as I read, will fancy form A face whose glow is fresh and warm, A frank, clear eye wherein I view A nature open, genial, true.
Mayhap he dreamed of fame, but fate Eas barred to him that temple's gatej He loved, ...— was loved, — for one divines An answered passion in his lines; He died, ah, yes, he died, but when He ceased to walk the ways of men, Or where his clay with mother clay Commingles sweetly, who can say!
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t'^iV'^iJ*— 31 In pity will I give his book A not too lonely study nook, Where kindly gleams of light may play Across it of a wintry day; And I will take it down sometimes To con the prim and polished rhymes.
WiU thus, when the gray years have fled.
Some book of mine be housed and readf 32 ^ On Goldsmith's grave to-day I found a wreath of hay, Laid by some loving hand; whose, none may say.
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
Each musty and bemildewed leaf Bespeaks long years of grime and grief; Long years, — ^for on the title-page A dim date tells the volume's age.
Ah, who was he, the bard that sung In that dead century's stately tongue In those evanished days of yore? — An empty name — I know no more!
Yet, as I read, will fancy form A face whose glow is fresh and warm, A frank, clear eye wherein I view A nature open, genial, true.
Mayhap he dreamed of fame, but fate Eas barred to him that temple's gatej He loved, ...— was loved, — for one divines An answered passion in his lines; He died, ah, yes, he died, but when He ceased to walk the ways of men, Or where his clay with mother clay Commingles sweetly, who can say!
^^^.
t'^iV'^iJ*— 31 In pity will I give his book A not too lonely study nook, Where kindly gleams of light may play Across it of a wintry day; And I will take it down sometimes To con the prim and polished rhymes.
WiU thus, when the gray years have fled.
Some book of mine be housed and readf 32 ^ On Goldsmith's grave to-day I found a wreath of hay, Laid by some loving hand; whose, none may say.
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