Oliver Goldsmith (Оливер Голдсмит)

The Traveller

REMOTE, unfriended, melancholy, slow,
Or by the lazy Scheld or wandering Po;
Or onward, where the rude Carinthian boor
Against the houseless stranger shuts the door;
Or where Campania’s plain forsaken lies,
A weary waste expanding to the skies;
Where’er I roam, whatever realms I see,
My heart untravelled fondly turns to thee,
Still to my brother turns with ceaseless pain
And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.

1. Italy
2. Answer to an Invitation to Pass the Christmas at Barton
3. From the Latin of Vida
4. The Logicians Refuted
5. The Poet Laberius

Arthur West (Артур Уэст) The Traveller ("Oh, I came singing down the road")

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