Maxioms by Oliver Goldsmith
Tenderness is a virtue.
Tenderness is a virtue.
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.
Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,
Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.
Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,
Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.
Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
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.
