But winter lingering chills the lap of May.
Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)
Source: The Traveller
Contributed by: Zaady
Through torrid tracts with fainting steps they go, Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe.
Source: The Deserted Village
Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po.
And fools who came to scoff remain'd to pray.
People seldom improve when they have no other model but themselves to copy after.
The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love.
Silence gives consent.
Source: The Good-Natured Man. Act 2
In all the silent manliness of grief.
Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so.
By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd; The sports of children satisfy the child.
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