OLIVER GOLDSMITH.  1728-1774.

Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow,

Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po.

The Traveller. Line 1.

Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,

My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee;

Still to my brother turns with ceaseless pain,

And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.

The Traveller. Line 7.

And learn the luxury of doing good.[394:1]