So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar But bind him to his native mountains more.
Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)
Source: The Traveller
Contributed by: Zaady
A night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay,- A cap by night, a stocking all the day.
Source: Description of an Author's Bed-chamber.
Ask me no questions, and I 'll tell you no fibs.
Source: She Stoops to Conquer
A flattering painter, who made it his care To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.
Who pepper'd the highest was surest to please.
The very pink of perfection.
Measures, not men, have always been my mark.
Source: The Good-Natured Man
Who mix'd reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth: If he had any faults, he has left us in doubt.
Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.
Source: The Deserted Village
Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee; Still to my brother turns with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
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