...and weep till morn: She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain. Near yonder copse where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild— There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's...

...plain. , • Near yonder copse, where once the garden smil'd, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few 'torn shrubs the place...preacher's modest mansion rose, A man he was to all the country dear, ' . ' '. Unskilful he to fawn, or seek for power, By doctrines fashion'd to the varying...

...he touched.] N6ar yonder copse, where 6nce the garden smil'd, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, 'where a few torn shrubs the place...The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man Tie was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year ; Remote from towns he ran...

...and weep till morn ; She only left of all the harmless tram, The sad historian of the pensive plain. Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild, There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's...

...and weep till morn; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain. Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild, There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's...

...pensive plain. Near yonder copse, where once the garden smil'd, And still where many a garden flower grows wild, There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village-preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with...

...hand, than mingle in the proudest assemblies. And, above all, startingly true, beneath my feet was Yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden-flower grows wild. " A painting from the life could not be more exact. * The stubborn currantbush' lifts its head above...

...and weep till morn ; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain. Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's...

...pensive plain ! Near yonder copse, where once the garden smil'd, And still where many a garden flow'r grows wild, There where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village .preacher'^ modest mansion rose. A man he was, to all the country dear, And passing rich, with forty...

...copse, where once the garden tmil'd, And still where many a garden 6ow'r grows wild, • , There, w here a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose;" but which, at the present epoch, was accounted noble for the sake of the hospitality displayed by its...