Oliver Goldsmith

I find you want me to furnish you with argument and intellects
too. No, sir, these, I protest you, read more

I find you want me to furnish you with argument and intellects
too. No, sir, these, I protest you, are too hard for me.

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.

Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace
The day's disasters in his morning face.

Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace
The day's disasters in his morning face.

While resignation gently slopes the way;
And, all his prospects brightening to the last,
His heaven commences read more

While resignation gently slopes the way;
And, all his prospects brightening to the last,
His heaven commences ere the world be past.

Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.

Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.