The Village Master
*I WENT IN MORE DEEP FROM MY LAST OM*
beside the straggling fence that skirt the way;
with blossomed furze unprofitably gay,
there,in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule,
the village master taught his little school;
a man severe he was, and stern to view,
i knew him well, and every truant knew;
well had the bolding tremblers learned to trace
the days disasters in his morning face;
full well they laughed, with counterfeited glee,
at all his jokes, formany a joke had he:
full well the busy whisper, circling around,
conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned;
yet he was kind,or,if severe in aught,
the love he bore to learning was in fault;
the village all declared how much he knew;
'twas certain he could write,and cipher too;
lands he could measure,terms and tides presage,
and even the story ran that he could gauge.
in arguing,too, the person owned his skill,
for, even though vanquished, he could argue still;
while words of learned lenght and thundering sound
amazed the gazing rustics ranged around;
and still thet gazed, and still the wnder grew
that one small head could carry all he knew.
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Originally Posted by Jonathon
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