Act ii. Sc. 1.
My name is Norval; on the Grampian hills
My father fed his flocks.
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OLIVER GOLDSMITH.
1728-1774.
THE TRAVELLER.
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Remote, unfriended, melancholy, slow.
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Where er I roam, whatever realms to see,
My heart untravelled fondly turns to thee.
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And learn the luxury of doing good.
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Some fleeting good that mocks me with the view.
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Such is the patriot's boast, where er we roam,
His first, best country ever is at home.
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By sports like these are all his cares beguiled,
The sports of children satisfy the child.
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But winter lingering chills the lap of May.
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So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar.
But bind him to his native mountains more.
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Alike all ages: dames of ancient days
Have led their children through the mirthful maze;
And the gay grandsire, skilled in gestic lore,
Has frisked beneath the burden of threescore.
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Pride in their port, defiance in their eye,
I see the lords of human kind pass by.
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For just experience tells, in every soil,
That those that think must govern those that toil.
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Laws grind the poor, and rich men rule the law.
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