In all my wanderings round this world of care, In all my griefs-and God has given my share- I still had hopes… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
At night returning, every labour sped, He sits him down, the monarch of a shed; Smiles by his cheerful fire, and round… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Eternal blessings crown my earliest friend, And round his dwelling guardian saints attend. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm,- Though round its breast… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
If we look round the world, there seem to be not above six distinct varieties in the human species, each of which… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
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… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Near yonder thorn, that lifts its head on high, Where once the sign-post caught the passing eye, Low lies that house where… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
What if in Scotland's wilds we viel'd our head, Where tempests whistle round the sordid bed; Where the rug's two-fold use we… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
The fortunate circumstances of our lives are generally found, at last, to be of our own producing. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
How happy he who crowns in shades like these, A youth of labour with an age of ease. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
One man is born with a silver spoon in his mouth, and the other with a wooden ladle. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack, For he knew when he pleas'd he could whistle them back. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Even children follow'd with endearing wile, And pluck'd his gown, to share the good man's smile. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
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… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, and fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Politics resemble religion; attempting to divest either of ceremony is the most certain mode of bringing either into contempt. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
To what fortuitous occurrence do we not owe every pleasure and convenience of our lives. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Every acknowledgment of gratitude is a circumstance of humiliation; and some are found to submit to frequent mortifications of this kind, proclaiming what obligations… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
[T]here are depths of thousands of miles which are hidden from our inquiry. The only tidings we have from those unfathomable regions are by… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image