Quote #16

Where'er I roam, whatever realms I see, My heart untraveled fondly turns to thee; Still to my brother turns with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.

More from Oliver Goldsmith

  1. Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow, Or by the lazy Scheldt, or wandering Po.
  2. Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam, His first, best country ever is, at home.
  3. Hope, like the gleaming taper's light, Adorns and cheers our way; And still, as darker grows the night, Emits a brighter ray.
  4. Where wealth and freedom reign contentment fails, And honor sinks where commerce long prevails.
  5. To the last moment of his breath On hope the wretch relies; And e'en the pang preceding death Bids expectation rise.
  6. Man seems the only growth that dwindles here.
  7. O Memory! thou fond deceiver.
  8. But winter lingering chills the lap of May.

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