The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.
Oliver GoldsmithAs for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure; but there's no love lost between us.
Oliver GoldsmithThe watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind, And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.
Oliver GoldsmithAs for murmurs, mother, we grumble a little now and then, to be sure; but there's no love lost between us.
Oliver Goldsmith