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We are the boysThat fear no noiseWhere the thundering cannons roar.
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When he talked of their Raphaels, Correggios, and stuff,He shifted his trumpet and only took snuff.
Oliver Goldsmith
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O Memory! thou fond deceiver.
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As writers become more numerous, it is natural for readers to become more indolent; whence must necessarily arise a desire of attaining knowledge with the greatest possible ease.
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Is it that Nature, attentive to the preservation of mankind, increases our wishes to live, while she lessens our enjoyments, and as she robs the senses of every pleasure, equips imag-ination in the spoil?
Oliver Goldsmith -
We modest Gentlemen don't want for much success among the women.
Oliver Goldsmith -
In my time, the follies of the town crept slowly among us, but now they travel faster than a stagecoach.
Oliver Goldsmith -
He cast off his friends as a huntsman his pack,For he knew when he pleased he could whistle them back.
Oliver Goldsmith
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Turn, gentle Hermit of the Dale,And guide my lonely wayTo where yon taper cheers the valeWith hospitable ray.
Oliver Goldsmith -
The best way to make your audience laugh is to start laughing yourself.
Oliver Goldsmith -
The whitewashed wall, the nicely sanded floor,The varnished clock that clicked behind the door;The chest contrived a double debt to pay,A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day.
Oliver Goldsmith -
Nothing is so contemptible as that affectation of wisdom, which some display, by universal incredulity.
Oliver Goldsmith -
Every absurdity has a champion to defend it.
Oliver Goldsmith -
To men of other minds my fancy flies,Embosomed in the deep where Holland lies.Methinks her patient sons before me stand,Where the broad ocean leans against the land.
Oliver Goldsmith
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His conduct still right, with his argument wrong.
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This is that eloquence the ancients represented as lightning, bearing down every opposer; this the power which has turned whole assemblies into astonishment, admiration and awe- - that is described by the torrent, the flame, and every other instance of irresistible impetuosity.
Oliver Goldsmith -
Conscience is a coward, and those faults it has not strength enough to prevent it seldom has justice enough to accuse.
Oliver Goldsmith -
Don't let us make imaginary evils, when you know we have so many real ones to encounter.
Oliver Goldsmith -
As aromatic plants bestowNo spicy fragrance while they grow;But crush'd or trodden to the ground,Diffuse their balmy sweets around.
Oliver Goldsmith -
Handsome is that handsome does.
Oliver Goldsmith
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And, ev'n while fashion's brightest arts decoy,The heart distrusting asks, if this be joy.
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What if in Scotland's wilds we viel'd our head, Where tempests whistle round the sordid bed; Where the rug's two-fold use we might display, By night a blanket, and a plaid by day.
Oliver Goldsmith -
The premises being thus settled, I proceed to observe that the concatenation of self-existence, proceeding in a reciprocal duplicate ratio, naturally produces a problematical dialogism, which in some measure proves that the essence of spirituality may be referred to the second predicable.
Oliver Goldsmith -
Romance and novel paint beauty in colors more charming than nature, and describe a happiness that humans never taste. How deceptive and destructive are those pictures of consummate bliss!
Oliver Goldsmith