Oliver Goldsmith ( 10 of 116 )
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.
Alike all ages: dames of ancient days
Have led their children through the mirthful maze,
And the read more
Alike all ages: dames of ancient days
Have led their children through the mirthful maze,
And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore,
Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore.
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
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.
That dire disease, whose ruthless power
Withers the beauty's transient flower.
That dire disease, whose ruthless power
Withers the beauty's transient flower.
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 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.
His conduct still right with his argument wrong.
His conduct still right with his argument wrong.
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.
In arguing, too, the parson own'd his skill,
For even though vanquished he could argue still.
In arguing, too, the parson own'd his skill,
For even though vanquished he could argue still.
