OLIVER GOLDSMITH. 1728-1774. Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow. The Traveller. Line 1. Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, And learn the luxury of doing good.1 Line 22. These little things are great to little man. Line 42. Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine! Line 50. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, His first, best country ever is at home. Line 73. Man seems the only growth that dwindles here. Line 126. By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd; The sports of children satisfy the child. Line 153 But winter lingering chills the lap of May. 1 For all their luxury was doing good. Line 172. Garth, Claremont, Line 148. He tried the luxury of doing good. Crabbe, Tales of the Hall, Book iii. So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more. The Traveller. Line 217. Alike all ages: dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze; And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore, Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore. Line 251. Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies. Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, Line 327. The land of scholars, and the nurse of arms. Line 356. For just experience tells, in every soil, Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law. Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train. Line 409. Vain, very vain, my weary search to find Line 423. 1 Lord of humankind. — Dryden, The Spanish Friar. Act ii. Sc. 1. Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain. The Deserted Village. Line 1. The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, For talking age and whispering lovers made. Line 13. The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love. Line 29. Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Line 51. His best companions, innocence and health Line 61. How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease! While resignation gently slopes away, Line 99. And, all his prospects brightening to the last, His heaven commences ere the world be past. 1 C'est un verre qui luit, Line 110. Qu'un souffle peut détruire, et qu'un souffle a produit. The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind. A man he was to all the country dear, Line 141. Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch and show'd how fields were And, as a bird each fond endearment tries Line 167. Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remain'd to pray. Line 179. And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile. Line 184. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head. Line 189. Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The Deserted Village. Line 199. In arguing, too, the parson own'd his skill, Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around; The whitewash'd wall, the nicely sanded floor, Line 227. To me more dear, congenial to my heart, And e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy, Line 263. Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn. Line 329. |