Oliver Goldsmith
Ireland
10 Nov 1728 // 4 Apr 1774
Writer, Poet
10 Nov 1728 // 4 Apr 1774
Writer, Poet
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Cheerful at morn, he wakes from short repose,
Breasts the keen air, and carols as he goes.
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.
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.
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.
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 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.
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
Truth from his lips prevail'd with double sway,
And fools who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
And fools who came to scoff, remain'd to pray.
The Deserted Village
Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe,
That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so.
That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so.
The Deserted Village
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On Anger: "For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind."
Essays
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On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human
Human, All Too Human
On Friendship: "A crowd is not company; and faces are but a gallery of pictures; and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love."
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