|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Oliver Goldsmith. (1730?1774)|
| Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow,|
Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po.
| The Traveller. Line 1.|
| Whereer I roam, whatever realms to see,|
My heart untravelld 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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| Creations heir, the world, the world is mine!|
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| Such is the patriots boast, whereer 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 glowd beyond evn Nature warm,|
The pregnant quarry teemd with human form. 2
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| By sports like these are all their cares beguild;|
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 whirlwinds roar|
But bind him to his native mountains more.
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