Oliver Goldsmith Quotes
In arguing too, the parson owned his skill,For e'en though vanquished, he could argue still;While words of learned length, and thundering soundAmazed the gazing rustics ranged around;And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew,That one small head could carry all he knew.
Oliver Goldsmith
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In arguing too, the parson owned his skill,For e'en though vanquished, he could argue still;While words of learned length, and thundering soundAmazed the gazing rustics ranged around;And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew,That one small head could carry all he knew.
Oliver Goldsmith