The village schoolmaster

Besides you straggling fence that skirts the way with blossom'd furze unprofitably gag , The village master taught his little school ; A man severe he was, and every truant knew; Well had the boding tremblers learn' d to trace. The day disaster in his morning face;. Full well they laugh' d with counterfeited glee, At all his joker's , for many a joke had he: Full well the busy whisper, circling round, Convey' d the dismal tidings when he frown' d : Yet he was kind ; or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learing was in fault .

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