Oliver Goldsmith Quotes

As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form,Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm,-Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Oliver Goldsmith
Oliver Goldsmith

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