Quotes
Quotes - Goldsmith
Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow,
Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po.
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.
And learn the luxury of doing good.
Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view.
These little things are great to little man.
Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine!
Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam,--
His first, best country ever is at home.
Where wealth and freedom reign contentment fails,
And honour sinks where commerce long prevails.
Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.
The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n Nature warm,
The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.
By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd;
The sports of children satisfy the child.
But winter lingering chills the lap of May.
Cheerful at morn, he wakes from short repose,
Breasts the keen air, and carols as he goes.
So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar
But bind him to his native mountains more.
Alike all ages. Dames of ancient days
Have led their children through the mirthful maze,
And the gay grandsire, skill'd in gestic lore,
Has frisk'd beneath the burden of threescore.
They please, are pleas'd; they give to get esteem,
Till seeming blest, they grow to what they seem.
Embosom'd in the deep where Holland lies.
Methinks her patient sons before me stand,
Where the broad ocean leans against the land.
Pride in their port, defiance in their eye,
I see the lords of humankind pass by.
The land of scholars and the nurse of arms.
For just experience tells, in every soil,
That those that think must govern those that toil.
Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.
Forc'd from their homes, a melancholy train,
To traverse climes beyond the western main;
Where wild Oswego spreads her swamps around,
And Niagara stuns with thundering sound.
Vain, very vain, my weary search to find
That bliss which only centres in the mind.
Luke's iron crown, and Damien's bed of steel.
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain.
