Goldsmith wrote Deserted Village, Now again reduced to tillage; Once happiest village of the plain, Place now you look for it in vain; There but one man he doth make rich, And hundreds struggle in the ditch; "Ill fare the land to many ills a prey Where wealth accumelates but men decay." His honest Vicar of Wakefield Forever he will pleasure yield.
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James McIntyre
James McIntyre (baptised 25 May 1828 – 31 March 1906), called The Cheese Poet, was a poet.
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