To me more dear, congenial to my heart, One native charm, than all the gloss of art.
Oliver GoldsmithWell 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, 'Twas certain he could write and cipher too.
Oliver GoldsmithLogicians have but ill defined As rational the human mind; Reason, they say, belongs to man, But let them prove it if they can.
Oliver GoldsmithThou source of all my bliss and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so.
Oliver Goldsmith