| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | Oliver Goldsmith. (1730?1774) |
| | | 4269 | Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po. |
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| 4270 | 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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| 4271 | | And learn the luxury of doing good. 1 |
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| 4272 | | Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view. |
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| 4273 | | These little things are great to little man. |
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| 4274 | | Creations heir, the world, the world is mine! |
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| 4275 | Such is the patriots boast, whereer we roam, His first, best country ever is at home. |
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| 4276 | Where wealth and freedom reign contentment fails, And honour sinks where commerce long prevails. |
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| 4277 | | Man seems the only growth that dwindles here. |
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| 4278 | The canvas glowd beyond evn Nature warm, The pregnant quarry teemd with human form. 2 |
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| 4279 | By sports like these are all their cares beguild; The sports of children satisfy the child. |
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| 4280 | | But winter lingering chills the lap of May. |
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| 4281 | Cheerful at morn, he wakes from short repose, Breasts the keen air, and carols as he goes. |
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| 4282 | So the loud torrent and the whirlwinds roar But bind him to his native mountains more. |
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