187 ordspråk av Oliver Goldsmith
Oliver Goldsmith
The king himself has followed her, - / When she has walked before.
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The land of scholars, and the nurse of arms.
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The life of man is a journey; a journey that must be traveled, however bad the roads or the accommodation.
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The loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.
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The malicious sneer is improperly called laughter.
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The man recovered of the bite, / The dog it was that died.
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The mind is ever ingenious in making its own distress.
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The naked every day he clad, / When he put on his clothes.
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The true use of speech is not so much to express our wants as to conceal them
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The twelve good rules, the royal game of goose.
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The very pink of perfection.
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The virtue which requires to be ever guarded is scarcely worth the sentinel
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The watch-dog's voice that bayed the whispering wind, / And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind.
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The weakest soul, within itself unblest, Leans for all pleasure on another's breast
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The white-washed 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.
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