OLIVER GOLDSMITH. 1728-1774. THE TRAVELLER. REMOTE, unfriended, melancholy, slow. Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, Line 1. And drags at each remove a lengthening chain. Line 7. And learn the luxury of doing good.* Line 22. Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view. Line 26. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, Line 77. By sports like these are all their cares beguiled; The sports of children satisfy the child. Line 153. But winter lingering chills the lap of May. Line 172. So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, Line 217. Alike all ages: dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze ; For all their luxury was doing good. GARTH. Claremont, Line 148. CRABBE. Tales of the Hall, Book . He tried the luxury of doing good. And the gay grandsire, skilled in gestic lore, Has frisked beneath the burden of threescore. Line 251. Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies, Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, Line 232. Line 327. The land of scholars, and the nurse of arms. Line 356. For just experience tells, in every soil, That those that think must govern those that toil. Line 372. Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law. Line 386. Forced from their homes, a melancholy train. Line 409. Vain, very vain, my weary search to find Line 423. THE DESERTED VILLAGE. The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, Line 13. Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, * Lord of human kind.--DRYDEN. The Spanish Friar, Act ii. Sc. 1. Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade, A breath can make them as a breath has made ;* When once destroyed, can never be supplied. Line 51. And his best riches, ignorance of wealth. Line 62. How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, Line 99. While resignation gently slopes the way, And, all his prospects brightening to the last, His heaven commences ere the world be past. Line 100. The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind. Line 121. A man he was to all the country dear, Line 141. Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were Qu'un souffle peut détruire, et qu'un souffle a produit. DE CAUX. (Comparing the world to his hour-glass.) pants for glory finds but short repose; Who POPE. Horace. Book . Epistle 1. Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, Line 170. Line 179. And plucked his gown, to share the good man's smile. Eternal sunshine settles on its head. Line 184. Line 192. Full well the busy whisper, circling round, Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned. Line 203. In arguing, too, the parson owned his skill, For e'en though vanquished, he could argue still; And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew The whitewashed wall, the nicely sanded floor, Line 227. To me more dear, congenial to my heart, Line 253. Line 263. Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Line 329. O Luxury thou cursed by Heaven's decree. Line 385. That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so. Line 414. RETALIATION. Who mixed reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth. Line 24. Who, born for the universe, narrowed his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind. Though equal to all things, for all things unfit; Line 31. Line 37. His conduct still right with his argument wrong. Line 46. A flattering painter who made it his care, To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are. Line 63. An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man. Line 94. As a wit, if not first, in the very first line. Line 96. He cast off his friends, as a huntsman his pack, For he knew, when he pleased, he could whistle them |