A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year.
Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)
Source: The Deserted Village
Contributed by: Zaady
While Resignation gently slopes away, And all his prospects brightening to the last, His heaven commences ere the world be past.
The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose.
Our Garrick 's a salad; for in him we see Oil, vinegar, sugar, and saltness agree!
The land of scholars and the nurse of arms.
Source: The Traveller
So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar But bind him to his native mountains more.
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.
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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