‘Beside yon straggling fence ……’

 

This image brought back to mind a favourite poem from my school days, Oliver Goldsmith’s Deserted Village and the title is ‘borrowed’ from the opening line The extract below will perhaps give some indication of why the poem appealed to a young  teenage boy.

Beside yon straggling fence that skirts 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 boding tremblers learned to trace
The day’s disasters in his morning face;
Full well they laughed, with counterfeited glee,
At all his jokes, for many a joke had he;
Full well the busy whisper, circling round,
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 parson owned his skill,
For e’en though vanquished, he could argue still;
While words of learned length and thundering sound
Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around,
And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew
That one small head could carry all he knew.

I had no notion at the time of the poem’s satirical connotations.

 

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6 responses to “‘Beside yon straggling fence ……’

  1. I wonderful poem. Took some reading to get it fully, but that only makes it more interesting. Your photo is a perfect match to the poem.

  2. I’m sorry to say that I hadn’t heard of Oliver Goldsmith but this is a lovely poem that, with ‘modern’ eyes, beautifully sums up a bygone era and, the more you read, the more you understand. Thank you!

    • The Deserted Village was published in 1770. This is an extract from a much longer poem. Goldsmith was an Irishman and was highly critical of the depopulation of the countryside and the pursuit of wealth by the landed few. The poem in its entirety is satirical of the social climate at the time.

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