houseless, shivering female lies 50 Her modest looks the cottage might adorn 51 Where crouching tigers wait their hapless prey 52 The cooling brook, the grassy-vested green 53 And left a lover's for a father's arms 54xxii Downward they move, a melancholy band 56 THE HERMIT. Then turn, to-night, and freely share whate'er my cell bestows 58 The hermit trimm'd his little fire, and cheer'd his pensive guest 61 And when, beside me in the dale; he caroll'd lays of love 64 THE CAPTIVITY. Ye hills of Lebanon, with cedars crown'd 69 Fierce is the tempest rolling along the furrow'd main 74 As panting flies the hunted hind, where brooks refreshing stray 80 O Babylon! how art thou fall'n 83 THE HAUNCH OF VENISON 90 THE DOUBLE TRANSFORMATION 102 AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG 109 THRENODIA AUGUSTALIS 116 ON A BEAUTIFUL YOUTH STRUCK BLIND BY LIGHTNING 125 SONG—"THE THREE PIGEONS" 130 BIRDS 142 EPILOGUE WRITTEN FOR MR. CHARLES LEE LEWES 162 THE DESERTED VILLAGE By Oliver Goldsmith Illustrated by the Etching Club MDCCCLVII ILLUSTRATIONS Page Sweet Auburn! loveliest milage of the plain...T. Creswick, R.A.....007 The never-failing brook, the busy mill........T. Creswick, R.A.....008 The hawthorn bush, with seals in shade........C. W. Cope, R.A......009 The matron's glance that would reprove........H. J. Townsend.......010 The hollow sounding bittern guards its nest...F. Tayler............012 These, far departing, seek a kinder shore.....C. Stonhouse.........014 Amidst the swains show my book-learn'd skill..J. C. Horsley........015 And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue..F. Tayler............016 To spurn imploring famine from the gale.......C. W. Cope, R.A......017 While resignation gently slopes the way.......T. Creswick, R.A.....018 The playful children let loose from school....T. Webster, R.A......019 All but yon widow'd solitary thing............F. Tayler............020 The village preacher's modest mansion rose....T. Creswick, R.A.....021 He chid their wanderings; relieved pain.......C. W. Cope, R.A......022 Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd fields won..C. W. Cope, R.A......023 Beside the bed where parting life was laid....R. Redgrave, R.A.....025 And pluck'd his gown, share the man's smile...J. C. Horsley........026 The village master taught his little school...T. Webster, R.A......027 Full well they laugh'd with glee..............T. Webster, R.A......028 Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd...T. Webster, R.A......028 In arguing too the parson own'd his skill.....C. W. Cope, R.A......029 Near yonder thorn, that lifts its head high...T. Creswick, R.A.....030 Where village statesmen with looks profound...F. Tayler............031 But the long pomp, the midnight masquerade....J. C. Horsley........033 Proud swells the tide with loads of ore.......T. Creswick, R.A.....034 If to some common's fenceless limit stray'd...C. Stonhouse.........036 Where the poor houseless female lies..........J. C. Horsley........037