Quote #11
That strain once more; it bids remembrance rise.
More from Oliver Goldsmith
- Good people all, with one acord, Lament for Madame Blaize, Who never wanted a good word - From those who spoke her praise.
- O Memory! thou fond deceiver.
- As writers become more numerous, it is natural for readers to become more indolent.
- To the last moment of his breath On hope the wretch relies; And e'en the pang preceding death Bids expectation rise.
- 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.
- Hope, like the gleaming taper's light, Adorns and cheers our way; And still, as darker grows the night, Emits a brighter ray.
- 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.
- Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheldt, or wandering Po.