Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
The man recover'd of the bite,
The dog it was that died.
The man recover'd of the bite,
The dog it was that died.
The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind,
And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind:
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The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind,
And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind:
There all in sweet confusion sought the shade,
And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
In all the silent manliness of grief.
In all the silent manliness of grief.
Of all the plants that cover the earth and lie like a fringe of hair upon the body of our read more
Of all the plants that cover the earth and lie like a fringe of hair upon the body of our grandmother, try to obtain knowledge that you may be strengthened in life
How blest is he who crowns in shades like these,
A youth of labour with an age of ease.
How blest is he who crowns in shades like these,
A youth of labour with an age of ease.
