...as pondering here I stand, I see the rural virtues leave the land, Down where yon anchoring vessels have forsaken him, he has always loved you too well to think of any body else; and I have heard him fly where sensual joys invade; Unfit in those degenerate times of shame, To catch the heart, or strike...

...E'en now, methinks, as pondering here I stand, I see the rural virtues leave the land. Down where von anchoring vessel spreads the sail, That idly waiting...connubial tenderness, are there ; And piety with wishes plac'd above, And steady loyalty, and faithful love. And thou, sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Still...

...is begun, And half the business of destruction done ; E'en now, methinks, as pondering here I stand, I see the rural virtues leave the land. Down where...sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Still first to fly where sensual joys invade : Unfit, in these degenerate times of shame, To catch the heart, or strike...

...as ponderinff here I stand, I see the rural virtues leave the land, Down where yon anchoring vessels their homes, a melancholy train, To traverse climes...her swamps around, And Niagarastuns with thund'ring fly where sensual joys invade ; Unfit in those degenerate timed of shame, To catch the heart, or strike...

...is begun, And half the business of destruction done ; Even now, methinks, as pondering here I stand, I see the rural virtues leave the land. Down where...connubial tenderness are there ; And piety with wishes plac'd above, And steady loyalty, and faithful love. And thou, sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Still...

...of Goldsmith, as they descended Hungerford Stairs : "Even now, methinks, as pondering here I stand, I see the rural Virtues leave the land. Down where...band, Pass from the shore, and darken all the strand." I will send you an account of any plans we may hear of that are likely to be of practical utility ;...

...leave the land. Down where yon anch'ring vessel spreads the sail, That, idly waiting, flaps with ev'ry gale, Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass...sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Still first to fly where sensual joys invade ! Unfit, in these degen'rate times of Shame, To catch the heart, or strike...

...leave the land. Down where yon anchoring vessel spreads the sail, That, idly waiting, flaps with ev'ry gale, Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass...Tenderness are there ; And Piety, with wishes placed abov«, And steady Loyalty, and faithful Love. And thou, sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Still first...

...is begun, And half the business of destruction done ; E'en now, methinks, as pondering here I stand, I see the rural virtues leave the land. Down where...sweet Poetry! thou loveliest maid, Still first to fly where sensual joys invade : Unfit, in these degenerate times of shame, To catch the heart, or strike...

...gale, Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore, and darken all the strainl. ontented toil, and hospitable care, And kind connubial tenderness...sweet Poetry, thou loveliest maid, Still first to fly where sensual joys invade; Jnfit in those degenerate times of shame, To catch the heart, or strike...