Oliver Goldsmith

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

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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

Cheerful at morn, he wakes from short repose,
Breasts the keen air, and carols as he goes.

The Traveller

As for disappointing them I should not so much mind; but I can't abide to disappoint myself.

She Stoops to Conquer

The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade,
For talking age and whispering lovers made.

The Deserted Village

Here lies David Garrick, describe me who can,
An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man.

Retaliation

For just experience tells, in every soil,
That those that think must govern those that toil.

The Traveller
By sports like these are all their cares beguil'd;
The sports of children satisfy the child.

The Traveller

A flattering painter, who made it his care
To draw men as they ought to be, not as they are.

Retaliation

We sometimes had those little rubs which Providence sends to enhance the value of its favours.

Vicar of Wakefield
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