Poem by Oliver Goldsmith

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. The Clown's Reply
4. Stanzas on the Taking of Quebec
5. The Poet Laberius

Cicely Smith The Traveller ("I've loops o' string in the place o' buttons, I've mostly holes for a shirt")

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