Oliver Goldsmith

His conduct still right with his argument wrong.

His conduct still right with his argument wrong.

Pride in their port, defiance in their eye,
I see the lords of humankind pass by.

Pride in their port, defiance in their eye,
I see the lords of humankind pass by.

Round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,
Eternal sunshine settles on its head.

Round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,
Eternal sunshine settles on its head.

Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such
We scarcely can praise it or blame it too much;
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Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such
We scarcely can praise it or blame it too much;
Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind,
And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.

Nobody with me at sea but myself.

Nobody with me at sea but myself.