Oliver Goldsmith ( 10 of 116 )
A kind and gentle heart he had,
To comfort friends and foes;
The naked every day he read more
A kind and gentle heart he had,
To comfort friends and foes;
The naked every day he clad
When he put on his clothes.
That dire disease, whose ruthless power
Withers the beauty's transient flower.
That dire disease, whose ruthless power
Withers the beauty's transient flower.
So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar,
But bind him to his native mountains more.
So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar,
But bind him to his native mountains more.
Zeal is very blind, or badly regulated, when it encroaches upon the rights of others
Zeal is very blind, or badly regulated, when it encroaches upon the rights of others
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.
The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from every eye,
To give repentance read more
The only art her guilt to cover,
To hide her shame from every eye,
To give repentance to her lover,
And wring his bosom, is--to die.
Careless their merits or their faults to scan,
His pity gave ere charity began.
Careless their merits or their faults to scan,
His pity gave ere charity began.
The dancing pair that simply sought renown,By holding out to tire each other down;The swain mistrustless of his smutted face,While read more
The dancing pair that simply sought renown,By holding out to tire each other down;The swain mistrustless of his smutted face,While secret laughter titter'd round the place;The bashful virgin's side-long looks of love,The matrons glance that would those looks reprove:These were thy charms, sweet village; sports like these,With sweet succession, taught e'en toil to please;These were thy bowers their cheerful influence shed,These were thy charms -- but all these charms are fled. - Deserted Village, The.
Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe,
That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me read more
Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe,
That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so.
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.
