John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Oliver Goldsmith. (1730?–1774) |
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| Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po. |
| The Traveller. Line 1. |
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| Where’er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravell’d fondly turns to thee; Still to my brother turns with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain. |
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| And learn the luxury of doing good. 1 |
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| Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view. |
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| These little things are great to little man. |
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| Creation’s heir, the world, the world is mine! |
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| Such is the patriot’s boast, where’er we roam,— His first, best country ever is at home. |
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| Where wealth and freedom reign contentment fails, And honour sinks where commerce long prevails. |
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| Man seems the only growth that dwindles here. |
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| The canvas glow’d beyond ev’n Nature warm, The pregnant quarry teem’d with human form. 2 |
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| By sports like these are all their cares beguil’d; The sports of children satisfy the child. |
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| But winter lingering chills the lap of May. |
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| Cheerful at morn, he wakes from short repose, Breasts the keen air, and carols as he goes. |
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| So the loud torrent and the whirlwind’s roar But bind him to his native mountains more. |
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| Note 1. See Garth, Quotation 3. George Crabbe: Tales of the Hall, book iii. Graves: The Epicure. [back] |
| Note 2. See Pope, Quotation 173. [back] |