Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
Amid thy desert-walks the lapwing flies,
And tires their echoes with unvaried cries.
Amid thy desert-walks the lapwing flies,
And tires their echoes with unvaried cries.
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.
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.
By every remove I only drag a greater length of chain.
By every remove I only drag a greater length of chain.
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.
