Jan Gray

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     a photographer..........wandering the south downs, often into abstraction

     

     

     

     

    The Village

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     Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all,

    And the long grass o'ertops the mouldering wall;

    And trembling, shrinking from the spoiler's hand,

    Far, far away thy children leave the land

    Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey,

    Where wealth accumulates, and men decay

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    [Oliver Goldsmith, 'The Deserted Village', 1770]

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    The Village

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     Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all,

    And the long grass o'ertops the mouldering wall;

    And trembling, shrinking from the spoiler's hand,

    Far, far away thy children leave the land

    Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey,

    Where wealth accumulates, and men decay

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    [Oliver Goldsmith, 'The Deserted Village', 1770]

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