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. Song, from the Comedy of “She Stoops to Conquer”
3. From the Latin of Vida
4. On Seeing a Lady Perform a Certain Character
5. An Author's Bedchamber

Clarence Dennis (Кларенс Деннис) The Traveller ("As I rode in to Burrumbeet")

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