Oliver Goldsmith

Ireland
10 Nov 1728 // 4 Apr 1774
Writer, Poet

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The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n Nature warm,
The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.

The Traveller
I love everything that's old: old friends, old times, old manners, old books, old wine.

She Stoops to Conquer
How blest is he who crowns in shades like these
A youth of labour with an age of ease!

The Deserted Village
He who seeks for applause only from without has all his happiness in another's keeping.
So the loud torrent and the whirlwind's roar
But bind him to his native mountains more.

The Traveller
Don't let us make imaginary evils, when you know we have so many real ones to encounter.

The Good-Natured Man
Such is the patriot's boast, where'er we roam,
His first, best country ever is at home.

The Traveller
Her modest looks the cottage might adorn,
Sweet as the primrose peeps beneath the thorn.

The Deserted Village
And e'en while fashion's brightest arts decoy,
The heart distrusting asks if this be joy.

The Deserted Village

Through torrid tracts with fainting steps they go,
Where wild Altama murmurs to their woe.

The Deserted Village
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