The Deserted Village is the pastoral elegy written by Oliver Goldsmith who lived in England during the years 1728 to 1774. It weeps the death of not a person but the gradual death of a whole village and the saying farewell by virtues one by one from the land. It is a very long poem. It is the ideal poem that taught the world how to feel with heart and weep with eyes. The following are a few lines from the poem:
But times are altered; trade's unfeeling train
Usurp the land and disposes the swain;
Along the lawn, where scattered hamlets rose,
Unwieldy wealth and cumbrous pomp repose.
Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade;
A breath can make them, as a breath has made;
But a bold peasantry, their country's pride,
When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Even now, methinks, as pondering here I stand,
I see the rural virtues leave the land.
Downward they move, a melancholy band,
Pass from the shore, and darken all the strand.
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