Oliver Goldsmith

But winter lingering chills the lap of May.

But winter lingering chills the lap of May.

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.

Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies.

Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies.

Good people all, with one accord,
Lament for Madame Blaize,
Who never wanted a good word--
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Good people all, with one accord,
Lament for Madame Blaize,
Who never wanted a good word--
From those who spoke her praise.

He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt for all.

He watch'd and wept, he pray'd and felt for all.