Oliver Goldsmith

That dire disease, whose ruthless power
Withers the beauty's transient flower.

That dire disease, whose ruthless power
Withers the beauty's transient flower.

Heroes themselves had fallen behind!
--Whene'er he went before.

Heroes themselves had fallen behind!
--Whene'er he went before.

And in that town a dog was found,
As many dogs there be,
Both mongrel, puppy, whelp read more

And in that town a dog was found,
As many dogs there be,
Both mongrel, puppy, whelp and hound,
And curs of low degree.

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.

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.