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Oliver Goldsmith (Writer)

A nightcap decked his brows instead of bay, A cap by night — a stocking all the day!
Oliver Goldsmith night
Men may be very learned, and yet very miserable; it is easy to be a deep geometrician, or a sublime astronomer, but very difficult to be a good man. I esteem, therefore, the traveller who instructs the heart, but despise him who only indulges the imagination. A man who leaves home to mend himself and others, is a philosopher; but he who goes from country to country, guided by the blind impulse of curiosity, is only a vagabond.
Oliver Goldsmith art
Such dainties to them, their health it might hurt; It's like sending them ruffles, when wanting a shirt.
Oliver Goldsmith health
There is no arguing with Johnson: for if his pistol misses fire, he knocks you down with the butt end of it.
Oliver Goldsmith fire
[To Mr. Johnson] If you were to make little fishes talk, they would talk like whales.
Oliver Goldsmith you
You may all go to pot.
Oliver Goldsmith you
For he who fights and runs away May live to fight another day; But he who is in battle slain Can never rise and fight again.
Oliver Goldsmith live
One writer, for instance, excels at a plan or a title page, another works away at the body of the book, and a third is a dab at an index.
Oliver Goldsmith work
The true use of speech is not so much to express our wants as to conceal them.
Oliver Goldsmith true
As writers become more numerous, it is natural for readers to become more indolent.
Oliver Goldsmith writers
Good people all, with one acord, Lament for Madame Blaize, Who never wanted a good word — From those who spoke her praise.
Oliver Goldsmith people
The king himself has followed her When she has walk'd before.
Oliver Goldsmith self
As aromatic plants bestow No spicy fragrance while they grow; But crush'd or trodden to the ground, Diffuse their balmy sweets around.
Oliver Goldsmith sweet
That strain once more; it bids remembrance rise.
Oliver Goldsmith rain
O Memory! thou fond deceiver.
Oliver Goldsmith memory
To the last moment of his breath On hope the wretch relies; And e'en the pang preceding death Bids expectation rise.
Oliver Goldsmith hope
Hope, like the gleaming taper's light, Adorns and cheers our way; And still, as darker grows the night, Emits a brighter ray.
Oliver Goldsmith light
Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheldt, or wandering Po.
Oliver Goldsmith friend
Where'er I roam, whatever realms I see, My heart untraveled fondly turns to thee; Still to my brother turns with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
Oliver Goldsmith art
And learn the luxury of doing good.
Oliver Goldsmith good
Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view.
Oliver Goldsmith good
These little things are great to little man.
Oliver Goldsmith man
Creation's heir, the world, the world is mine!
Oliver Goldsmith world
Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, His first, best country ever is, at home.
Oliver Goldsmith home
Where wealth and freedom reign contentment fails, And honor sinks where commerce long prevails.
Oliver Goldsmith freedom
Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.
Oliver Goldsmith growth
The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n Nature warm, The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.
Oliver Goldsmith war
By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd; The sports of children satisfy the child.
Oliver Goldsmith children
But winter lingering chills the lap of May.
Oliver Goldsmith winter
Cheerful at morn, he wakes from short repose, Breasts the keen air, and carols as he goes.
Oliver Goldsmith
So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar But bind him to his native mountains more.
Oliver Goldsmith win
Unknown those powers that raise the soul to flame, Catch every nerve, and vibrate through the frame. Their level life is but a mouldering fire, Unquenched by want, unfanned by strong desire.
Oliver Goldsmith life
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.
Oliver Goldsmith children
They please, are pleased, they give to get esteem, Till, seeming blest, they grow to what they seem.
Oliver Goldsmith
To men of other minds my fancy flies, Embosomed in the deep where Holland lies. Methinks her patient sons before me stand, Where the broad ocean leans against the land.
Oliver Goldsmith mind
Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of humankind pass by.
Oliver Goldsmith man
The land of scholars and the nurse of arms.
Oliver Goldsmith
For just experience tells; in every soil, That those that think must govern those that toil.
Oliver Goldsmith experience
Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.
Oliver Goldsmith men
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.
Oliver Goldsmith home
Vain, very vain, my weary search to find That bliss which only centers in the mind.
Oliver Goldsmith mind
Luke's iron crown, and Damien's bed of steel.
Oliver Goldsmith
A book may be very amusing with numerous errors, or it may be very dull without a single absurdity.
Oliver Goldsmith book
I was ever of the opinion that the honest man who married and brought up a large family, did more service than he who continued single, and only talked of population.
Oliver Goldsmith family
I...chose a wife, as she did her wedding gown, not for a fine glossy surface, but such qualities as would wear well.
Oliver Goldsmith loss
We sometimes had those little rubs which Providence sends to enhance the value of its favors.
Oliver Goldsmith time
Handsome is that handsome does.
Oliver Goldsmith
Let us draw upon Content for the deficiencies of fortune.
Oliver Goldsmith
That virtue which requires to be ever guarded is scarce worth the sentinel.
Oliver Goldsmith virtue
The premises being thus settled, I proceed to observe that the concatenation of self-existence, proceeding in a reciprocal duplicate ratio, naturally produces a problematical dialogism, which in some measure proves that the essence of spirituality may be referred to the second predicable.
Oliver Goldsmith spirituality
I find you want me to furnish you with argument and intellects too.
Oliver Goldsmith men
Turn, gentle Hermit of the Dale, And guide my lonely way To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray.
Oliver Goldsmith lonely
Taught by that Power that pities me, I learn to pity them.
Oliver Goldsmith learn
Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.
Oliver Goldsmith want
And what is friendship but a name, A charm that lulls to sleep, A shade that follows wealth or fame, And leaves the wretch to weep?
Oliver Goldsmith friendship
The sigh that rends thy constant heart Shall break thy Edwin's too.
Oliver Goldsmith art
By the living jingo, she was all of a muck of sweat.
Oliver Goldsmith living
They would talk of nothing but high life, and high-lived company, with other fashionable topics, such as pictures, taste, Shakespeare, and the musical glasses.
Oliver Goldsmith life
It has been a thousand times observed, and I must observe it once more, that the hours we pass with happy prospects in view are more pleasing than those crowned with fruition.
Oliver Goldsmith time
Conscience is a coward, and those faults it has not strength enough to prevent it seldom has justice enough to accuse.
Oliver Goldsmith science
It seemed to be pretty plain, that they had more of love than matrimony in them.
Oliver Goldsmith love
A kind and gentle heart he had, To comfort friends and foes; The naked every day he clad When he put on his clothes.
Oliver Goldsmith art
And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree.
Oliver Goldsmith man
The dog, to gain some private ends, Went mad, and bit the man.
Oliver Goldsmith man
The man recovered of the bite, The dog it was that died.
Oliver Goldsmith man
To what happy accident is it that we owe so unexpected a visit?
Oliver Goldsmith happy
To what fortuitous occurrence do we not owe every pleasure and convenience of our lives.
Oliver Goldsmith live
When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray, What charm can soothe her melancholy? What art can wash her guilt away?
Oliver Goldsmith love
The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, is — to die.
Oliver Goldsmith love
This same philosophy is a good horse in the stable, but an arrant jade on a journey.
Oliver Goldsmith philosophy
He calls his extravagance, generosity; and his trusting everybody, universal benevolence.
Oliver Goldsmith trust
All his faults are such that one loves him still the better for them.
Oliver Goldsmith love
Friendship is a disinterested commerce between equals; love, an abject intercourse between tyrants and slaves.
Oliver Goldsmith love
Don't let us make imaginary evils, when you know we have so many real ones to encounter.
Oliver Goldsmith evil
Silence gives consent.
Oliver Goldsmith silence
Measures, not men, have always been my mark.
Oliver Goldsmith men
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain.
Oliver Goldsmith love
The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, For talking age and whispering lovers made.
Oliver Goldsmith love
The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove.
Oliver Goldsmith love
Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay; Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Oliver Goldsmith men
His best companions, innocence and health; And his best riches, ignorance of wealth.
Oliver Goldsmith wealth
How happy he who crowns in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease.
Oliver Goldsmith youth
Bends to the grave with unperceived decay, While resignation gently slopes the way; And, all his prospects brightening to the last, His heaven commences ere the world be past.
Oliver Goldsmith men
The watchdog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.
Oliver Goldsmith mind
A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year.
Oliver Goldsmith man
Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and shew'd how fields were won.
Oliver Goldsmith sorrow
Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began. Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to Virtue's side.
Oliver Goldsmith pride
And, as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Oliver Goldsmith art
Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray.
Oliver Goldsmith pray
Even children followed with endearing wile, And plucked his gown, to share the good man's smile.
Oliver Goldsmith children
A man severe he was, and stern to view; I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laughed with counterfeited glee, At all his jokes, for many a joke had he; Full well the bust whisper, circling round, Conveyed the dismal tidings when he frowned; Yet he was kind; or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault; The village all declared how much he knew; 'Twas certain he could write, and cipher too.
Oliver Goldsmith love
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.
Oliver Goldsmith sun
Well had the boding tremblers learn'd to trace The day's disasters in his morning face; Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee At all his jokes, for many a joke had he; Full well the busy whisper circling round Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd. Yet was he kind, or if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault; The village all declar'd how much he knew, 'T was certain he could write and cipher too.
Oliver Goldsmith love
In arguing too, the parson owned his skill, For e'en though vanquished, he could argue still; While words of learned length, and thundering sound Amazed the gazing rustics ranged around; And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, That one small head could carry all he knew.
Oliver Goldsmith words
Where village statesmen talked with looks profound, And news much older than their ale went round.
Oliver Goldsmith men
The whitewashed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day.
Oliver Goldsmith night
The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose.
Oliver Goldsmith good
To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art.
Oliver Goldsmith art
And, ev'n while fashion's brightest arts decoy, The heart distrusting asks, if this be joy.
Oliver Goldsmith art
Her modest looks the cottage might adorn, Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.
Oliver Goldsmith age

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