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
The wretch condemn'd with life to part, Still, still on hope relies; And every pang that rends the heart Bids expectation rise. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
The greatest object in the universe, says a certain philosopher, is a good man struggling with adversity; yet there is a still… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain,… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Alas! the joys that fortune brings Are trifling, and decay, And those who prize the trifling things, More trifling still than they. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
In arguing too, the parson own'd his skill, For e'en though vanquish'd he could argue still; While words of learned length and… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Near yonder copse, where once the garden smil'd, And still where many a garden flower grows wild, There, where a few torn… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind; Though fraught with all… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Man little knows what calamities are beyond his patience to bear till he tries them; as in ascending the heights of ambition,… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
Books are necessary to correct the vices of the polite; but those vices are ever changing, and the antidote should be changed… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
All his faults are such that one loves him still the better for them. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew, that one small head could carry all he knew. — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
When we take a slight survey of the surface of our globe a thousand objects offer themselves which, though long known, yet… — 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