|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|AUTHOR:||Oliver Goldsmith (1730?1774)|
|QUOTATION:||As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form,|
Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm,
Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,
Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
|ATTRIBUTION:||The Deserted Village. Line 189.|