Category Archives: Oliver Goldsmith

Poem – An Elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog

Good people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song;  And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man Of whom the world might say, That still a godly race … Continue reading

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Poem – An Epigram 

ADDRESSED TO THE GENTLEMEN REFLECTED ON IN THE ROSCIAD,A POEM, BY THE AUTHOR Worried with debts and past all hopes of bail, His pen he prostitutes t’ avoid a gaol. ROSCOM. LET not the ‘hungry’ Bavius’ angry stroke Awake resentment, … Continue reading

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Poem – A Sonnet 

WEEPING, murmuring, complaining, Lost to every gay delight; MYRA, too sincere for feigning, Fears th’ approaching bridal night. Yet, why impair thy bright perfection?  Or dim thy beauty with a tear? Had MYRA followed my direction, She long had wanted … Continue reading

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Poem – A New Simile 

IN THE MANNER OF SWIFT LONG had I sought in vain to find A likeness for the scribbling kind; The modern scribbling kind, who write In wit, and sense, and nature’s spite: Till reading, I forget what day on,  A … Continue reading

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Poem – Memory 

O MEMORY, thou fond deceiver, Still importunate and vain, To former joys recurring ever, And turning all the past to pain: Thou, like the world, th’ oppress’d oppressing, Thy smiles increase the wretch’s woe: And he who wants each other … Continue reading

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Poem – Translation 

CHASTE are their instincts, faithful is their fire, No foreign beauty tempts to false desire; The snow-white vesture, and the glittering crown, The simple plumage, or the glossy down Prompt not their loves:– the patriot bird pursues  His well acquainted … Continue reading

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Poem – The Village Schoolmaster

Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way With blossom’d furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skill’d to rule, The village master taught his little school; A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him … Continue reading

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