Oliver Goldsmith

Thus idly busy rolls their world away.

Thus idly busy rolls their world away.

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.

Turn, gentle Hermit of the Dale,
And guide my lonely way
To where you taper cheers the read more

Turn, gentle Hermit of the Dale,
And guide my lonely way
To where you taper cheers the vale
With hospitable ray.

Surely the best way to meet the enemy is head on in the field and not wait till they plunder read more

Surely the best way to meet the enemy is head on in the field and not wait till they plunder our very homes.

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.