OLIVER GOLDSMITH. 1728-1774. Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, The Traveller. Line 1. Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain. Line 7. And learn the luxury of doing good.1 Line 22. Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view. Line 26. These little things are great to little man. Line 42. Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine! Line 50. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, Line 73. Where wealth and freedom reign, contentment fails, And honour sinks where commerce long prevails. Line 91. Man seems the only growth that dwindles here. Line 126. By sports like these are all their cares beguiled; Line 153. But winter lingering chills the lap of May. Line 172. Cheerful at morn, he wakes from short repose, Line 185. 1 For all their luxury was doing good. Garth, Claremont, Line 149; Crabbe, Tales of the Hall, So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, The Traveller. Line 217. Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze, Has frisked beneath the burden of threescore. Line 251. Embosomed in the deep where Holland lies. Methinks her patient sons before me stand, Where the broad ocean leans against the land. Line 282. Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, 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. Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain. Line 13. The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love. Line 29. 1 Lord of humankind. Dryden, The Spanish Friar, Act ii. Sc. 1. Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, 1 The Deserted Village. Line 51. His best companions, innocence and health, Line 61. How blest is he who crowns, in shades like these, Line 99. While Resignation gently slopes away, And, all his prospects brightening to the last, His Heaven commences ere the world be past. Line 110. Line 141. Wept o'er his wounds, or, tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won. Line 157. Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And even his failings leaned to Virtue's side. Line 161. And, as a bird each fond endearment tries To sempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, 1 C'est un verre qui luit, Qu'un souffle peut détruire, et qu'un souffle a produit. Line 167. De Caux (comparing the world to his hour-glass). See Pope, Satires and Epistles of Horace, Book ii. Ep. i. Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, Even children followed with endearing wile, As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace Line 189. Line 199. In arguing, too, the parson owned his skill, 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, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn. Through torrid tracks with fainting steps they go. Line 344. In all the silent manliness of grief. Line 384. O Luxury! thou curst by Heaven's decree. Line 385. Thou source of all my bliss, and all my woe, Line 413. Who mixed reason with pleasure, and wisdom with mirth. Retaliation. Line 24. Who, born for the universe, narrowed his mind, throat, To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote. Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining: Though equal to all things, for all things unfit; Line 31. His conduct still right, with his argument wrong. Line 46. A flattering painter, who made it his care Line 63. Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can, Line 93. As a wit, if not first, in the very first line. Line 96. |