These little things are great to little man.
Oliver Goldsmith (1728 - 1774)
Source: The Traveller
Contributed by: Zaady
Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of humankind pass by.
The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.
Source: The Deserted Village
I love everything that's old: old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine.
Source: She Stoops to Conquer
Hope, like the gleaming taper's light, Adorns and cheers our way; And still, as darker grows the night, Emits a brighter ray.
Source: The Captivity
To the last moment of his breath, On hope the wretch relies; And even the pang preceding death Bids expectation rise.
Like the bee, we should make our industry our amusement.
His best companions, innocence and health; And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
Luke's iron crown, and Damien's bed of steel.
And e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy, The heart distrusting asks if this be joy.
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