Oliver Goldsmith ( 10 of 116 )
The man recover'd of the bite,
The dog it was that died.
The man recover'd of the bite,
The dog it was that died.
Honor sinks where commerce long prevails.
Honor sinks where commerce long prevails.
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.
Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt:
It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.
Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt:
It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.
Blest be those feasts, with simple plenty crowned,
Where all the ruddy family around
Laugh at the read more
Blest be those feasts, with simple plenty crowned,
Where all the ruddy family around
Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail
Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale.
Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.
Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.
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.
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
A night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay,
A cap by night,--a stocking all the day.
A night-cap deck'd his brows instead of bay,
A cap by night,--a stocking all the day.
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.
