Oliver Goldsmith

Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.

Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.

His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand;
His manners were gentle, complying, and bland;
Still born to read more

His pencil was striking, resistless, and grand;
His manners were gentle, complying, and bland;
Still born to improve in every part,
His pencil out faces, his manners are heart.

And, e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy,
The heart, distrusting, asks if this be joy.

And, e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy,
The heart, distrusting, asks if this be joy.

The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n nature warm;
The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.

The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n nature warm;
The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.

They shall knaw a file, and flee unto the mountains of Hepsidam
whar the lion roareth and the Wang read more

They shall knaw a file, and flee unto the mountains of Hepsidam
whar the lion roareth and the Wang Doodle mourneth for its first
born--ah!