I find you want me to furnish you with argument and intellect too.
Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)
Source: Vicar of Wakefield
Contributed by: Zaady
As aromatic plants bestow No spicy fragrance while they grow; But crush'd or trodden to the ground, Diffuse their balmy sweets around.
Source: The Captivity
The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n Nature warm, The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.
Source: The Traveller
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain.
Source: The Deserted Village
The best-humour'd man, with the worst-humour'd Muse.
Cheerful at morn, he wakes from short repose, Breasts the keen air, and carols as he goes.
The whitewash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnish'd clock that click'd behind the door; The chest, contriv'd a double debt to pay,- A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day.
Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can, An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man.
Absence, like death, sets a seal on the image of those we love: we cannot realize the intervening changes which time may have effected.
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